The good Times

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I fuckin hate you!!! I yelled at drake from the kitchen.

He was sitting in the bathroom taking a shit ignoring me as usual.

Man shut yo cry baby ass up! He yelled back at me slamming the bathroom door.

This ain't nothing new. Every morning is the same Shit. We argue about him coming home late and thinking his shit dont stink. I'm so sick of his ass. When we first got together shit was lit.

He never disrespected me. My baby cherished me. Than all of a sudden he got involved with the hood good for nothing ass niggas and flipt the script on me.

I'm a good ass female I do what ever this nigga want and need. Hell I massage this bitch ass nigga foot if he asked me to. Now.? I dont give a fuck any more.

Nah, fuck you.! I'm getting tired of yo disrespectful ass. You don't give a fuck about us no more. You dont Even give a dam about yo self.! You bout to lose the only mutha fhuka you got.!

You ain't going no mutha fuckin were bitch shut up.! He yelled back through the door.

Call me another bitch and Imma smack yo ass my nigga come Correct. I fired back at his ass.

He came out the bathroom so dam quick I didn't have time to prepare to defend myself.

He grabbed me by my Brazilian weave and threw me on the cabinet.

I done told yo ass to pipe the fuck down T. You not bout to do shit.! He yelled in my face.

He must've been drinking last night cause I could still smell the liquor on his breath.

I dont give a fuck. I yelled back.

You not bout to keep running over me. I've done too much for this dry ass relationship you ain't done shit but fucked it up.

He stepped back and took a deep breath and looked me dead in my face.

I knew by how he was breathing that I wasn't doing nothing but making it worse.

Look T, I love you baby girl, you know that. I'm out making money you may not like it but shit I gotta do what I have to to keep us straight. Yo ass don't be complaining when I drop them hunnids on yo ass. Now do you.?
He barked at me.

I looked up and shook my head.

My point so chill out with the extra shit.

Before i could respond he grabbed the keys and slammed the door. Leaving me there stuck as usual.

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