This guy was a drug dealer a real street nigga he was the normal flashy nigga with money... ohhhh I thought I had a winner see the drug life was not new to me because my mom was a queen at hustling. A nigga with money and he showing interest oh I was winning, or was I? See like most young girls I thought I had something see ladies just cause this man got money clothes cars jewelry that still don't make him the right one for you us a woman find yourself getting so wrapped up in the material things that we lose sight on what really matters. After meeting this guy and us dating for a while he spending the nights turned into that was now his residence. I knew what I was getting myself into I knew the consequences, but I was just so wrapped up in love or was it lust, that I overlooked all the red flags. His I love you turned into fuck you, his baby turned into bitch his hugs turned into bruises and his kisses on the forehead turned into black eyes. I done had a gun put to my head I done even been dragged from upstairs to downstairs by my hair. But every time it was time for me to say fuck he told me sorry and of course I believed him. I blamed me being pregnant with his child my excuse to stay. The long days turned into nights sometimes he came home sometimes he didn't I put up with the fighting other females to him coming home smelling like condoms because he didn't have enough decency to clean his self-up at that bitch house or even the fact when he decided to wear a condom. I dealt with him having females in my car to when I was giving birth to his baby he had females in my house that shit wasn't love what was I thinking... Straight out of the hospital not even 2 days straight to a new job I had to get back on my grind I had to get away from him I eventually got the strength to make him leave until he kicked my door in for the 4th time and like an ass hole I took him right back. I let him take control of me control of my mind my body and soul it was like I worshiped him. I thought I was over him after he fucked my blood cousin in my kid's room while our son was in the bed and I was in the other room sleep...
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Silent Cries: My True Life Story
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