Amarie and Chris never spent a day apart until their love was forcefully ripped away from one another. They now live completely separate lives battling with their inner demons. They wish for the day they could be together again but they don't think...
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I was sprawled out in the middle of my bed, H.E.R blasting on shuffle while I flipped through photos and videos of us on my phone. These were the times when things were fine. Fine meaning content and by content, I meant as good as it was going to get but it was better than nothing. A tear shedding down the side of my face as I watch a video of us at a club one night. He was barely paying attention but times seemed so much simpler compared to now. When I was his number one and came before all those other hoes. When he would spoil me with materialistic items and fuck me good all night. That all changed in a matter of weeks. Suddenly I was disposable as if our relationship meant nothing to him. Right now I was a wreck without him because I grew so accustomed to making him my life, my main priority and that all was snatched away from me. I put him before myself on so many different occasions that now I was driving myself insane without him. I had no clue what to do with myself other than reminiscing about the times we shared.
I was vexed. I was hurt. I missed him so much that my heart ached every second I was away from him. Why the fuck did he have to do me so dirty? What have I ever done to deserve this? I put up with his shit day in and day out. Comforted him through the nightmares and stood by him even when he took his unpredictable anger out on me. I allowed him to use me as his vessel for when he needed support because I loved him that much. To know that he has never loved me, not even in the slightest bit after our last conversation only made me feel even more worthless than I already felt. I wasted so much time and energy on this man and there was nothing that he became my everything and I had no idea how to operate without him.
I sniffle hard as I cry silently in my room. I open up Snapchat to see if he posted anything new recently. I've been stalking his Instagram and Snapchat like a hawk keeping tabs on what he has been doing. He hasn't posted much within the past couple of weeks other than the various pictures of his daughter and maybe a picture of himself here and there. I go through his recent Snapchat story since his Instagram was pretty dry. I roll my eyes seeing more pictures of his offspring, a couple of him flashing his jewelry but when I get to the new few videos and pictures he recently posted within the last hour my heart almost falls out my chest.
The first video shows him recording a female with red hair who is walking in front of him. It's only a short clip of her walking with a caption that read "Perfect view". I quickly skip over to the next story which was a picture of their hands intertwined. My anger started to rise knowing this had to be his baby mama. The next picture was a selfie of him laying between her legs. I knew the more I flipped through this story the angrier I would become but I couldn't help it. Seeing him happy with someone else had me so down and out that I barely knew how to function. I went days without eating, sometimes skipping a shower because I was too depressed to get out of bed. This may have been making it worse but I was dying to know who this mystery bitch that decided to come in and flip my world upside down.
