Senior year of high school. Met a really cute sister who was smart, articulate, going places and pure as snow...or so I thought. Fell in love, bare my heart out and she burned my black ass pretty badly. Found out from a friend she was cheating on me with a nikka who sold weed who used to hang out in the parking lot. Not only that but as soon as we became a couple, she changed. Wanted me to stop hanging out with my nikkas, wanted constant validation, had money problems I had no idea about and was putting up a facade I never dreamed of. The day I confronted her about it and let loose insults I wouldn't say to anyone on here, she just shrugged and blamed it on me. Saying how she wanted passion and excitement that I lacked. I was probably really close to beating her ass but I stopped myself knowing she wasn't worth it. That was years ago and the last time I ever actually cried. Ever since that day I stopped putting women on a pedestal and became a jaded mofo.