I prayed to God that he would allow me to be able to love again. And he answered my prayers. But things took off rapidly. It went from the dms. Dates to us shacking up. I loved this nigga. But I wasn't in love quite just yet. I admired everything about him. A street nigga with a soft side. I craved his attention and affection. We would play fight just before he would rip off my clothes. Lust was gradually turning into love. Everything was perfect until his ex wanted him back. I guess word got out that he was dealing with me. Hoes came from every which of way. I wasn't tripping though. This was the beginning and the ending would be coming soon. I expected that. I'm a hot commodity myself. He's handsome. Awesome personality. Sense of humor was to die for. Blessed with stamina. And he's packing. We balanced each other. When one of us was out of line. We complimented each other. I reassured myself that we wasn't going to let anyone come in between of what we were building. He came into my life and sweep me off of me feet. But back to the WHORES they tried everything in the book. I had already prepare myself mentally and physically for the fuckery. He's a hoe. That's cool me too, I said. We both RECOVERING hoes. Be cool before we make you OUR hoe. Yea I said it!! Now beat it bitch. To the 770-592 #### that kept calling in the middle of the night. He found it so funny. But I was so serious. I'll have them hoes eating my ass& pussy but sucking his dick. Don't play with me. I was determined to make this relationship my last. Besides it was time that I gave the streets up. I want getting nothing out of the streets but a new body count. I played it safe when I did play. My attention cost and if you want it. You must pay for it. I tried giving him the run around when we first started kicking it. He wasn't going for it. He knew exactly what he wanted. And I for sure was what he wanted. I just wanted to fuck and keep it pushing. My life flash so fast. I would often daydream about having then biggest house in the neighborhood. Big front and back yard for our kids to play peacefully. We both was tired of the fast life. We didn't won't to raise our kids in the city.
I got into some trouble with the law. I really wanted to go awol. But I was pregnant. I wasn't worried about doing the time. I didn't won't my child in that type of environment. Locked up facing 15 years for bank fraud. I pleaded guilty. First offender deducted ten years off. I only had to do two years with good behavior. The other three on probations. No baby shower. My first child. I was out in the field living. I got caught up with the fast life. The money was coming in so quick. We had a house. A few properties and businesses. We was living the life and it finally caught up with me. I was self made. So when a nigga decided to leave. I still had everything. I was different from other chicks. I wouldn't give a nigga the authority to starve or run me.
