Aight so my BD don’t live with me, but every time I wanted to link or chill or anything, he had an excuse. “I’m tired.”
“I’m finna come in a minute.” “I’m on the way.” Hours pass… no call, no text, nothing. Whole time he posting memes and playing the game like he ain’t said he was coming. My intuition told me he was entertaining somebody else. And when a man stop pulling up? He pulling up somewhere else. So one day while he at work, I slide to his crib (yes, I still had a key).
Everything quiet. But his iMac was on like it was begging to snitch. I tried his password. No. Tried mine.
No. Typed in my birthday as a joke… YAAAAAAAS I knew he still loved me ooouu! First thing I see? Messages between him a bunch of bcs and the SAME girl he cheated on me with before. Him telling her “I’m tired.” “I’m staying in tonight.” When he with anoooother bch like wtf! But somehow he managed to pull up on others including her every time she asked but when I wanted him? Silence.
He would tell HER the same excuses he told me but still go over THERE. So the math was mathing, and the lie was lying. I wasn’t even mad. I was irritated. And I wanted the truth. So I messaged her from his iMac like pretending to be him. She came quick for a ngga like girl please. She pull up knock on the door and I open up from behind, she see me and Thought I was about to fight her, but I wasn’t even in that mood.
I let her in. We sat down. We talked.
She told me EVERYTHING how he be over there on the nights he told me he was “sleep,” how he told her he wasn’t dealing with me, how he pick and choose when he feel like showing up. We both sitting there realizing he been playing both sides and lying to BOTH of us. Talking turned into touching because baby we was tea im no hater but she just a chocolate version of me and body was tea hair was tea skin was tea asf! Stop sleeping on dark skins! Anyways Touching turned into kissing And then we ended up in HIS bed. I strapped up. She bent over. And I’m behind her giving her exactly what HE kept no-showing for. Right in the middle of that? I hear the door open.
He home. He walk in the room and damn near short-circuits. I’m behind her still just looking at him like yeaaa tf, she in full doggy, I got the strap on, and he standing there like somebody unplugged his life support.
He yelling, confused, repeating the same sentence “not my bch fcing my bch” like yea you played with the right one. I looked him dead in his face and said “Yeah. I got yo bh. Since you couldn’t show up, I did.”*
He got mad, punching walls, pacing, throwing his hat doing everything except taking accountability. He talking about
“Y’all disrespectful asf!” “IN MY ROOM???”
Sir… you wasn’t even USING it. So he pull out his Iron and the next thing he do is start pew pewing the ceiling crying n shyt! Lolll
The girl grabbed her clothes and ran and left me.
I sit there and look at him because baby i known you since middle school nothing you do scare me boo. Im on the bed sitting like a dude with my silicon just Bouncing. I took it off grabbed my
