Oh and did i tell yall how him and I met??….I was a freshman in west
chester University, he was already in his Junior year, we met at home
coming……..i was very much intrigued by his swag and chill personality.
I’ve heard how he be pimpin, and breaking hearts. You see I’ve always had
a thing for dudes like that…..I guess the challenge of getting to their
heats motivates me to keep on pushing on. Also I kinda dig the
competetitive aspect of it all……I know how to win a mans heart and
leave them other bitches hating on me saying to them selves “that fucking
bitch”. I like to have em checking there own self esteem like “damn, why
he aint choose me”.

And you know girls talk so….. I’ve head from a couple of bitches ramming
about how they got it in with him, talking bout how they tried to keep up
with his infamous stroke game and what not. ……………… See I used
to do stuff like that, but thas some corny shit…..sitting around a bunch
of hoe’s talking bout how good the dick was……I’ve learned my lesson, i
mean it’s cool yahmean when you talking bout just some random dude…..but
ladies…..take it from me….don’t be babbling about how good ya man dick
be to no damn body…..not ya girlfriends, ya cousin, ya sister, not even
ya momma…..and definitely not to your best friend. Hey…i’m tryna tell
ya….i’ve learned my lesson, …..now, i trust nobody especially
females…………………..I know yall probably saying “damn she got it
bad”…..but i mean, like i said….i got some animosity, I’m keeping it
real and it is what it is. so anyway…just like a female on the prowl,
i heard some good dick was in the vicinity, I knew i could get so i went
after it, got it, took the title and put it on lock.

Never no shame in my game………After my people left homecoming that
night, I went home with him. our eyes met, a few words were exchanged, i
was drunk off the henny and the few puffs of his L was all we needed for me
to diss my morals and get shit popping. ………I made him bust in the
first 3 minutes (chuclke) ….he said that was a first….I took it in
stride, got back on top and just let him enjoy the ride. From then it was a
rap, he  knew it wasn’t no pussy out there better than mine.

Now the first few months was a lil rocky. His baby mom was still sprung
and she just felt the need to be a nusiance. haters was alawys tryna tell
me shit….oh he cheating on me with her, oh I heard he done fuck her, this
that and the 3rd.

He droped out of westchester shortly after we made it offical. somebody
got him hooked up with the job he still at now…..he drives a fork lifting
truck…..i know right,…he droped outta school to do that?? but anyways.
Within the fisrt few months of being together, I became pregnant. Ajinaia
is his second child, her half brother is 3 years older than her.

I moved off campus right after I gave birth and just commuted back and
fourth to school. Then In 2002 we started renting out this 3 bedroom house
in West philly, down the bottom….we was only there for a year……yea
we got kicked out cuz we just couldn’t keep up with the rent. i mean we we
young, back then our money went to other shit…….we definatley wasn’t
ready to take on that responsibilty back then….but whateva.

After we got evicted….well thas when the probklems started. He would
always say it was my fault that we got evicted because i didn’t know how to
save money but shit, at the time I was still working at KFC and going to
school but I mean, …….I think I was just like any other person that age
with with a refund check and a fucked up job…..you don’t be knowing how
to act with all that money……… and I’ve always been heavily into
fashion yahmean and I gots to keep my kids up with the lastest too….

Oh, but did he talk shit when i kept him in a fresh pair of tims every so
often, or did he trip when i kept him in a fresh pair of sneaks every
month….NO. and I mean somebody had to keep up on that shit, ……he
was wearing those same 2 fucking pair of Jabo jeans like every time we went
out, and lavender striped button up or that bright ass enccy shirt that i
couldn’t stand…..wait and hold up tho…. Lets not talk about the trips
to Disneyworld or the latenight rides to AC that he just splurged
on…….he got alot of fucking nerve talking bout what I did with my
money….this nigga stayed blowing cash…shooting dice and street
gambling…….all up in the studio…..wasting fucking $300 on bullshit
ass recording sessions, chasing some far fetched, unrealistic dream of
becoming the next Jay Z or some shit. But yet he wanted to talk mad shit
about how i spent my money.

Now his bitch ass done left me with this $850 2 bedroom apartment up in
mt. airy and I’m stuck with the $400 daollar note on this big ass jeep
that i never wanted in the first place, ….this big shit. see now I’m
getting pissed……i’ll holla at yall tommorrow.