There is absolutely nothing wrong with this.
shyt, tbh, I share a similar story with my wife.
When we started dating the 1st time, I was an IT in the navy with my whole life in front of me.
I broke up with her because I wasn’t feeling the long distance shyt with me constantly being in and out on the boat.
I got kicked out the navy a couple years later for selling weed to the crew members, thought my good boy life was over, and started hustling cigarettes up in NY when their packs went to 9 dollars, then graduated to selling coke full time all because I thought no one would hire me for a legit gig.
After a couple years of that (with some legit work mixed in sparingly to make my money look legit), I knew I didn’t want to be a career dope boy, so I decided to look her up.
One day I was in my kitchen, and had just finished copping a couple ounces of fishscale.
I was bagging it up, regular shyt, and something hit me out the blue like “call shorty now, your time here is over.”
Long story short, I found her, we instantly reconnected, and I let her know exactly what type of time I was currently on.
She was up in Maryland by this time and I was in VA.
I would hustle all week, then left my partner to run the business on the weekends while I caught the Amtrak to see her.
After about a year of that, she started asking me to move up there, but I didn’t want to because all my business was in my hometown and she was talking some rent a room from a stranger shyt, because she didn’t want to shack up without being married.
Of course I was like “fukk that” so she said “marry me then.”
I agreed that night.
I went back home, told my partner, kept like 10 racks for myself out my stash, gave my partner the rest of my paper and told him the couple ounces we had stashed for the drought was his.
(Edit point: going back to that premonition, my partner ended up getting robbed by this bytch nikka shortly after I left, who would’ve never tried that bullshyt if I was around (he told me so a couple months ago when I took my son to get a cut and saw this nikka was a barber now), then him (my partner) and another one of my close patnas both ended up doing 5 and 7 years in the pen)
I moved to Maryland, we got married at the courthouse in Laurel, and I found a job paying 10 bucks an hour working in the kitchen at this Nursing Home.
Meanwhile, my wife was making 60k as an accountant for Enterprise Rental Car.
After a couple months, I worked my way up to being a Recreational Therapist (basically the nikka that ran bingo and got the residents to their physical therapy appointments) and my pay jumped up to 14 an hour.
Meanwhile, she got a promotion and started making 65k a year.
She never made me feel like a lil nikka and treated me with the utmost respect at all times.
I went back to school for Psychology and around that same time she got pregnant with my twins.
We couldn’t afford DC anymore, with childcare being crazy expensive, so we moved to Raleigh, NC.
She got a gig with Credit Suisse and I got a job with United Airlines while still finishing up my degree at NC Central.
While finishing up my degree, I got offered a job in my hometown doing mental health counseling for an agency one of my childhood friends was running and she immediately was like “let’s go..”
Long story long, I worked in Mental Health for 10 years, and after I got burned out, was able to slide back into my original field of IT.
Everything came full circle.
She stuck by my side, with no complaints, through all the many ups and downs, and now we are living a life neither of us ever thought we’d have.... together.
There’s NOTHING like having a woman that’s truly down for you and if you don’t have one you need to find her ASAP.
Where’s your pride king?