Me:August.
August:The fuck yhu wont dont you see im on the phone.
Me: I dont give a fuck bruh you aint finna talk to me any kinda fucking way now.
August:Ay girl let me call yhu bck.
Me:Then you otp wit a BITCH YHU GOT THE FUCKING NERVE BRUH MOVE.
August:Talk to who every I wanna talk to.
Me:Is that right.
August:yea
Me:Then I get to talk to what ever nigga I want to for these last 4months yhu been acting an ass fr.
August:*choke yhu* Who the fuck you talking 2
Me:August stop im P-P-Pregnant.
August:*Slap yhu*Get yo shit together and you pregnant again.
Me:*Cry*Y-Y-Yes August you fucking promised you wont hurt me at all
August:im sorry ma.
Me:2
August:for what
Me:Getting pregnant and been wit you.
August:Yhu dont mean it.
Me:Really do me and my son gone be goin for a lil bit so dont wait up.
August:Wea yall going.
Me:Some wea just know*Yell* Jr. COME ON HERE.
JR:Where we going moma.
Me:Away for a little tell yo father bye.
Jr:Daddy I dont wanna leave yhu.
August:You go Jr. staying.wit my moma.
Me:Jr. call moma if yhu need sum ok.
Jr.:Ok Moma
