Thugged Out 4: Real Life

TWENTY- Don't Know

IF YOU GOT AN UPDATE NOTIFICATION A LIL WHILE AGO, I DID NOT MEAN 2 POST IT AT THAT EXACT MOMENT SO IF IT WOULD NOT LOAD, THAT'S WHY. & I hope all fifty million of y'all who asked what happened got that same energy in these comments and votes 🐸☕

Ayy mane, say mane y'all can't guess for shit mane 😂😂 Like, how much y'all wanna bet this book ain't ending as predictable as y'all think :) And if it does, slap me through the phone lmao. Naw, really... I'm just talking 🤗 Idk how it'll end cause I don't plan shit lol so I guess all us gon' see, huh?

& another thing, Qua's name is QUALYNN, not MONTANA. Drew's name is OSAZE, not ANTASIA. They not the same lmaooooo 🗣
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2 WEEKS LATER (HAD 2 PUT THAT FOR THE SLOW HOES WHO DON'T PAY ATTENTION LOL THEY OFF THE CRUISE NOW)

"You bring out feelings in me I never show. Nobody has made me feel this way before. I'm a good girl, but I wanna be bad for you." -Nicki Minaj

ANT

"Are you picking the kids up from your daddy house?" Jessica asks me, standing in the doorway of the guest room I've been sleeping in since we got home from the cruise. It's been two weeks since we got back and me and her ain't getting along for nothing. We don't even sleep in the same room no more.

"I thought you was getting em. I told you I got something to do." I answer. "No, I already made it perfectly clear that I have somehwere to be and I thought you agreed to go and get them, Ant." she says, rolling her eyes at me like she all irritated. "Well, hell naw, I ain't getting em cause I got shit to do. It ain't like you doing shit no fuckin' way." I say. All her ass do is leave here and stay out late as hell without telling me where she at or who she be with. She been doing that shit since the moment we got back from out of town and I'm bout sick of the shit.

"What do you mean by that? How you saying I don't do shit?" she asks, looking at me like I'm crazy. "Exactly like I just did. All yo ass do is spend money and stay out late. I understand you feel like you on vacation still but in case yo ass forgot or somethin', you a fuckin' mother." I tell her. "Nigga, if I wanna spend money I help your ass make, I will. Don't get it twisted, hell. You wouldn't be half of what the fuck you are without me." she says. I look at her crazy. "Mane, be clear. I know you do all the investments and shit but what the fuck would yo ass even have to invest if it wasn't for me? You probably would be a damn waitress somewhere if I wasn't in yo life with all this money. Worry bout the fuckin' kids." I say.

"You know what, fuck you because I'm there for my kids regardless. What the hell do your ass do other than act like your lazy ass is too busy to ever do shit for them other than give me money to buy them shit with? That's your damn problem now, hell. You just wanna buy they asses the world but never wanna get up and spend time with them. I do plenty of activities with them, I take them to the library for storytime, I read to them myself, I color with them, hell... I do everything that don't involve fucking money! So, don't make it sound like I ain't a good mother. And Antasia, stop testing me. You wouldn't be half of what you are without me, like I said. I don't give a motherfuck if your money is what I used to invest because without me constantly cleaning up the damn money to keep you looking legal and opening all these businesses that quadruple the original amount we invested in them, you would be locked the fuck up by now!" Jessica goes off. She right so I won't even argue with her about that second part.

"How you making me out to be a bad father though? You know that's a lie." I say, getting out of the bed. "I never said that. I'm saying you just a damn financial parent. If it don't involve spending money, you hardly do a damn thing with them." She says. I ignore her while I put my shoes on. I gotta get out of this house. Damn, I'm so tired of all her bullshit ass whining. "I will get the damn kids! You happy now, Jessica? Fuck, I get so sick of yo ass!" I snap on her.