How did y'all find out your boo cheated
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How old are you, if you don't me asking?
Heads up,
If you handle her cheating like a man, she will respect you and possibly regret it.
An ex that cheated will forever be on my team. I asked her why after all this time and she said she "respected the way I handled the situation". (I kicked her out of our crib)
If you handle her cheating like a man, she will respect you and possibly regret it.
An ex that cheated will forever be on my team. I asked her why after all this time and she said she "respected the way I handled the situation". (I kicked her out of our crib)
Ok, and you don't believe in relationships? You don't think that at 32, its a little too old to view relationships as purely sexual?
*Angel*
Frozen Flames Goddess
Took a minute but I read the whole thread. I enjoyed reading your male tears. Glad most of you are over these experiences, but some of y'all are too sensitive. One woman should not have y'all forsaking and cursing a billion others. You just accept the experience your decisions led you to, and pick a better woman the next go round.
Kid McNamara
'97 Mike Bibby
I finished reading almost all of the posts in this thread. I skipped over some of the agruments. Damn I can feel some of the pain in this thread, 
to all you faithful men and women keep your head up and don't give up on finding the right person for you. I can't front reading these storues makes me not me not want to get in a relationship, hopfully I find the right woman for me because I do want a relationship. I'm just not gonna jump in any relationship doe. I'm going to pay attention to the red flags some of these dirty women put out there for me. I don't fukk witth hoes, and don't plan to.
to all you faithful men and women keep your head up and don't give up on finding the right person for you. I can't front reading these storues makes me not me not want to get in a relationship, hopfully I find the right woman for me because I do want a relationship. I'm just not gonna jump in any relationship doe. I'm going to pay attention to the red flags some of these dirty women put out there for me. I don't fukk witth hoes, and don't plan to.
nothing worse than a woman telling a man what he should "feel", not everyone picks a "bad woman", people change all the time, you could have had a great relationship for years and suddenly she becomes bored and steps out.
Secondly I take the white people approach, not all white people are bad and out to get me or utter nygger under their breath and view me as a porch monkey but there are some who do, so yes I will cast all white people with the same light until I am showed differently.
*Angel*
Frozen Flames Goddess
First of all, if you think a woman can't give men advice or tell them how to " feel" ( as you put it) bc of her gender then you have more issues than you realize. My post shouldn't have even spoken to your gender entitled arrogant arse if that's how you feel. Keep letting all of those "feelings" guide you and see where that gets you. Secondly, what I said stands true whether you like it coming from a woman or not. One human being should not alter the way you interact with billions of others. It should help you grow if anything. In relationships you live, learn and you move on. How the relationship ends does not matter. A good girl gone bad, bored, w/e.....doesnt matter. Learn to stop accepting negativity and know when to cut your losses, instead of blaming someone else for your weaknesses. Everyone sees the signs of a bad/ failing relationship. Its no ones fault but your own if you chose to continue with the relationship and not heed the signs. No one out here has to show you anything, you have to make better decisions and stay true to what you feel is right, regardless of what/ how someone presents. Imma stop there bc I know that little bit is prob too much for your manhood, since your still projecting on others and haven't dealt with the consequences of your decisions....or feeeelings. And your all the way lost if you think discerning racists is similar to the ins and outs of male/ female relationships.
So the shyt hits the fan...I'm city to city, enjoying the nightlife, while she's back home with her parents, working shyt out and they don't even know I'm up in their penthouses, drinking their wine, going out on the town, clubbing, going to expensive restaurants dolo, laying low, living it up while I could...She'd come see me like once, twice a week, depending on where I was at....fukk her brains out, drop off some bread, keep me updated on shyt (only MySpace/YouTube was out then), but she'd be my eyes and ears to my nikkas, and what was going on back in my town. Cops had no clue. End up getting her pregnant one of them nights...Didn't find out until a couple months later. And to keep this from getting TOO long, I'll just put it like this. bytch was pregnant with what was thought to be twins. My first kids, first broad I ever got pregnant. Bad, but crazy bytch...Twins...I wasn't ready. I ain't want no parts of it...But I'd be lying if I said I ain't contemplate and go back & forth with myself for DAYS about what I wanted to do. Always told myself I'd never step out on a broad if she had my kids, that I'd do everything in my power to be a good, upstanding, supportive father, and make an honest wife outta that broad...which is hard enough...and that's why I was always, for the most part, extra careful...But this shyt was a catch-22.
We eventually agreed on an abortion, b/c I just had too much bullshyt going on, and while I'd be there...it wasn't right to fukk up her future, or put her or myself through that, while I was fukking around in the street, and she was doing her thing about to go to school. It was a big ordeal...The day she went to go get the abortion, I told her I'd go if she wanted me to, but that I understood if she ain't...She decided to go herself, which was understandable....But in my non-naieve mind...RED FLAG. We end up breaking up like a month later...B/c the distance, court shyt, stress, fighting, etc just got too much for the kid, and I told her shyt had to end, and we needed "a break". That was the only real way I could get her off my case, was by putting it like it was just "a break." I wasn't shyt either, but you about to see why Av hard on these hoes.
So I'm like 3 months away from doing my 6 month bid, and I don't even know it. I'm expecting to do SOME time, as I've bailed out, and got an active case, but yeah...I'm basically waiting to go to trial. Me and my boy (later turned out to be a rat) got a cheap hotel, PS2 and like a ounce of tree and decided to blaze it up & call some bytches over. On a whim, I was like "man....I wonder if that bytch Laura would drive down here..." he's like "shyt, she got friends?"and the rest was history. She came down wit her homegirl, and it was the first time me & her had spoke in months, since the abortion. Slightly awkward, but I was dead set on fukkin her brains out all night. My man & her girl leave to go to McDonalds real quick, and I go to the bathroom to piss real quick, take my shirt off for a second, and admire my body in the mirror
In the corner of my eye, I can see her facing me, with her camera phone out, somewhat pointed towards me...And I turn around like "what you doing?"
She was like "just taking a picture of youuuu..." And I was like
"Stop playin......delete that shyt, I wasn't even flexing.....lemme see." I reach and go grab for her phone, and she got real funny with it. Had a death grip on that bytch, and I ain't even have intentions of going through it, or thinking she was up to anything...That set off the last of the red flags, and I went ahead and struggled wit her for a minute over the phone, since she was trying to play it off like she didn't get real scary wit it...End up locking myself in the bathroom (the bytch started tearing the room up, throwing chairs and shyt, so I KNEW I was on to something.....the little demon was coming outta this bytch, and ever since that run-in w her pops & the knife, I was kind of
about shorty, ain't wanna blam her though), so I'm locked in the bathroom, laughing at her like "chilll....I'm just gonna look, come out and fukk you real quick..." and as I'm going through it, I peep the texts...from MONTHS before, some dude she'd been texting like "so you gonna get the abortion, right?...u tell him who's it is?" and she had replied like "yeah......no, he doesn't know..."
Breh, it took EVERYTHING in me not to blam that bytch.
I walk out, calm....after I'd composed myself...Like "yo.....I'ma just dip when homie get here."
The room was destroyed, phones was ripped out the wall, chairs were everywhere, drawers were torn up...holes in the door from where she was banging on it....But she was calm now. On the bed, just laying there. In a T-Shirt, legs open...Like "come fukk me." I guess she didn't know the depth of what I actually saw, but I was like "nah...I'm good." and walked between her legs where she was hanging off the edge of the bed, dropped her phone off to her, and as I turned, she put the kid in a leg lock, like "NO, fukk ME!!!!"and I was like
Breh, I had to pick this bytch up and ACT like I was about to fukk, just to throw her on the bed, get her off me and run out the room...This little shyt was a demon, brehs. On top of the bipolar disorder and fukkery, a whole lot of details came out (she was texting some nikka she'd always told me had "raped" her, who she hated), I found out she was a pathological liar.
Anyways, My man pulls up just in time, w the McDonalds (mind you we was ALL HIGH, so that just compounds the fukkery) like "wtf going on..." and I'm like son I'm out...we gotta bounce, this bytch crazy...And he's like(nikka was prolly about to smash the friend & ran game the whole time in the car)...We dip...And the bytch hops in her car, leaves her friend in the room, and follows us.....gets on the highway, catching up to us....and followed between us and an 18-wheeler, veering towards the damn truck
like she was about to kill herself in front of us. Batshyt crazy breh...Like how'd I end up with this bytch....Why?....(Dat p*ssy & dat face & that bread, nikka, that's why
) Ended up tricking her dumbass and taking an off-ramp before she had time to react and get off on the one we did.
Anyways....more time goes by. Me being the DUMBASS nikka I was...I wanted revenge. I vowed to only use & abuse shorty from here on out until I was done with her. I wanted to be done with her, but my heart burned from that ether so bad, I felt like I had to. Just to convince myself it wasn't all for a waste. A couple quick rundowns of shyt I did to her afterwards:
* Had her give me a ride from VA to NY to re...Drop me off at my bytch house out there, watch me hug & kiss the broad. (She had no clue I was going to a broads crib first)...Then pick me up a couple weeks later. On the way back, ran up her tab wit expensive food, drugs, got my homies right...She was one of them "I'll do anything" bytches, even though she was a walking clusterfukk of lies, bipolar disorder, and sex appeal/sluttery. fukk it...."anything???"
* Had her send me bread while I did my 6 months, lied to her about forgiving her and wanting to get with her when I came home...She eventually ended up getting hip and sending me a letter telling me she hoped I never got out and rotted in jail.
* Came home....got in contact with her....she at that point was attending college in my cityagreed to come to my crib. Thinking she was gonna stay the night & kick it & cuddle all night...Told her to catch a cab and I'd take her home. Soon as she got to my crib, I took her to my homie crib across the street, which was the trap/party house. We all got fukked up and she got fly outta her mouth, I embarrassed her in front of everybody (but this clown nikka was still simping), ain't even bother fukkin her....left her over there for the wolves to have their way. She ended up having to catch a cab home, cuz none of them nikkas wanted to. That was the last I'd heard of her. Heard eventually she ended up dating one of the nikkas that was there that night....and doing HIM dirty.
* So I did my 4 years in prison...Had flashbacks every now & then about our wild ass run....Like "Damn....wonder what that fukk ass bytch doing now..." Not with no feelings, but just the general questioning that comes with being gone a while, you wanna know how everyone is, where they're at in life...Never heard from her, never sought her out. 4 years. I come home...find her on FB after a couple weeks, n shoot her a message that she read but never replied to. A couple months go by, and right around our birthday (July) this bytch finallyhits me like "oh my goddddddd I didn't know this was youuuuu". End up meeting her after a family cookout the day before my first birthday home.She was still badder than a mf...But I was hip. bytch couldn't play me if she wanted to. We end up reminising about all the fukkery, and just let it out conversationally, and this bytch begins to pour her heart out.
Apparently while I was gone, she went from college, to being a stripper, to being on drugs, to modeling, to being in XXL Magazine, KING Magazine and a few others, to fukking the nikka Chopper from Making the Band (he has a sextape with her somewhere)to doing soft porn (later found out that was a lie, shyt was hardcore)...to being an elementary school teacher, to meeting some fukk boy....like super cornball type nikka who SAVED HER, wifed her, and thinks she's an angel
The cycle continues brehs...It's so demonic. The simp must pay for the sins of the harlot. So I got a box of rubbers from the store....Hit the mall, let her take me shopping for my bday...And drove like a hour n a half away to some remote city, getting road head damn near the whole way...Got a room, blew her back out all night and recorded it. Made her take me home the next day and never spoke to her again. I was disgusted with the bytch. Disgusted with my damn self lol. After all these years, and all that shyt. Shorty was still a thot while she was in a committed relationship. I swear to God (we were following eachother), the VERY next day after the day she dropped me off, she posted a pic on Instagram of her kissing her NEWLYWED husband in the mouth, with the caption of being "So In Love"....And they ended up having a kid a year later, and she ended up hitting me up to come fukk. Her ass got a lil fatter, but I just couldn't this time. I told that bytch about herself and kept it moving.Ain't heard from her since
These hoes breh. @Emperor_ReinScarf Get married, brehs
Pics for reading:
HER XXL Write-Up:
http://www.xxlmag.com/eye-candy/2012/05/web-candy-of-the-week-dominican-dream-does-it-all/
At 18 when we dated:
Modeling pics: (after I dropped her, she got the tat covered with a blue flower...but you can still see the bandana in the leaves)
More recent, when she tried to get me to come see her after the baby:
^Wedding ring
^5 months after my 4 year bid...right after I had my way wit her, 2 days before her wedding
my brehs.
Real talk I just want to give you props for keeping it all the way real with this one. Your faults,her faults,bravery thing that went into the situation. The good and bad. You and me come from two completely walks of life but I could envision this entire scenario like I was listening Nas's Undying Love or some shyt. You painted a vivid picture with thins one...
BlvdBrawler
Superstar
So the shyt hits the fan...I'm city to city, enjoying the nightlife, while she's back home with her parents, working shyt out and they don't even know I'm up in their penthouses, drinking their wine, going out on the town, clubbing, going to expensive restaurants dolo, laying low, living it up while I could...She'd come see me like once, twice a week, depending on where I was at....fukk her brains out, drop off some bread, keep me updated on shyt (only MySpace/YouTube was out then), but she'd be my eyes and ears to my nikkas, and what was going on back in my town. Cops had no clue. End up getting her pregnant one of them nights...Didn't find out until a couple months later. And to keep this from getting TOO long, I'll just put it like this. bytch was pregnant with what was thought to be twins. My first kids, first broad I ever got pregnant. Bad, but crazy bytch...Twins...I wasn't ready. I ain't want no parts of it...But I'd be lying if I said I ain't contemplate and go back & forth with myself for DAYS about what I wanted to do. Always told myself I'd never step out on a broad if she had my kids, that I'd do everything in my power to be a good, upstanding, supportive father, and make an honest wife outta that broad...which is hard enough...and that's why I was always, for the most part, extra careful...But this shyt was a catch-22.
We eventually agreed on an abortion, b/c I just had too much bullshyt going on, and while I'd be there...it wasn't right to fukk up her future, or put her or myself through that, while I was fukking around in the street, and she was doing her thing about to go to school. It was a big ordeal...The day she went to go get the abortion, I told her I'd go if she wanted me to, but that I understood if she ain't...She decided to go herself, which was understandable....But in my non-naieve mind...RED FLAG. We end up breaking up like a month later...B/c the distance, court shyt, stress, fighting, etc just got too much for the kid, and I told her shyt had to end, and we needed "a break". That was the only real way I could get her off my case, was by putting it like it was just "a break." I wasn't shyt either, but you about to see why Av hard on these hoes.
So I'm like 3 months away from doing my 6 month bid, and I don't even know it. I'm expecting to do SOME time, as I've bailed out, and got an active case, but yeah...I'm basically waiting to go to trial. Me and my boy (later turned out to be a rat) got a cheap hotel, PS2 and like a ounce of tree and decided to blaze it up & call some bytches over. On a whim, I was like "man....I wonder if that bytch Laura would drive down here..." he's like "shyt, she got friends?"
I walk out, calm....after I'd composed myself...Like "yo.....I'ma just dip when homie get here."
The room was destroyed, phones was ripped out the wall, chairs were everywhere, drawers were torn up...holes in the door from where she was banging on it....But she was calm now. On the bed, just laying there. In a T-Shirt, legs open...Like "come fukk me." I guess she didn't know the depth of what I actually saw, but I was like "nah...I'm good." and walked between her legs where she was hanging off the edge of the bed, dropped her phone off to her, and as I turned, she put the kid in a leg lock, like "NO, fukk ME!!!!"
Anyways, My man pulls up just in time, w the McDonalds (mind you we was ALL HIGH, so that just compounds the fukkery) like "wtf going on..." and I'm like son I'm out...we gotta bounce, this bytch crazy...And he's like
Anyways....more time goes by. Me being the DUMBASS nikka I was...I wanted revenge. I vowed to only use & abuse shorty from here on out until I was done with her. I wanted to be done with her, but my heart burned from that ether so bad, I felt like I had to. Just to convince myself it wasn't all for a waste. A couple quick rundowns of shyt I did to her afterwards:
* Had her give me a ride from VA to NY to re...Drop me off at my bytch house out there, watch me hug & kiss the broad. (She had no clue I was going to a broads crib first)...Then pick me up a couple weeks later. On the way back, ran up her tab wit expensive food, drugs, got my homies right...She was one of them "I'll do anything" bytches, even though she was a walking clusterfukk of lies, bipolar disorder, and sex appeal/sluttery. fukk it...."anything???"
* Had her send me bread while I did my 6 months, lied to her about forgiving her and wanting to get with her when I came home...She eventually ended up getting hip and sending me a letter telling me she hoped I never got out and rotted in jail.
* Came home....got in contact with her....she at that point was attending college in my city
* So I did my 4 years in prison...Had flashbacks every now & then about our wild ass run....Like "Damn....wonder what that fukk ass bytch doing now..." Not with no feelings, but just the general questioning that comes with being gone a while, you wanna know how everyone is, where they're at in life...Never heard from her, never sought her out. 4 years. I come home...find her on FB after a couple weeks, n shoot her a message that she read but never replied to. A couple months go by, and right around our birthday (July) this bytch finallyhits me like "oh my goddddddd I didn't know this was youuuuu". End up meeting her after a family cookout the day before my first birthday home.
Apparently while I was gone, she went from college, to being a stripper, to being on drugs, to modeling, to being in XXL Magazine, KING Magazine and a few others, to fukking the nikka Chopper from Making the Band (he has a sextape with her somewhere)
The cycle continues brehs...It's so demonic. The simp must pay for the sins of the harlot. So I got a box of rubbers from the store....Hit the mall, let her take me shopping for my bday...And drove like a hour n a half away to some remote city, getting road head damn near the whole way...Got a room, blew her back out all night and recorded it. Made her take me home the next day and never spoke to her again. I was disgusted with the bytch. Disgusted with my damn self lol. After all these years, and all that shyt. Shorty was still a thot while she was in a committed relationship. I swear to God (we were following eachother), the VERY next day after the day she dropped me off, she posted a pic on Instagram of her kissing her NEWLYWED husband in the mouth, with the caption of being "So In Love"....And they ended up having a kid a year later, and she ended up hitting me up to come fukk. Her ass got a lil fatter, but I just couldn't this time. I told that bytch about herself and kept it moving.
Pics for reading:
HER XXL Write-Up:
http://www.xxlmag.com/eye-candy/2012/05/web-candy-of-the-week-dominican-dream-does-it-all/
At 18 when we dated:
Modeling pics: (after I dropped her, she got the tat covered with a blue flower...but you can still see the bandana in the leaves)
More recent, when she tried to get me to come see her after the baby:
^Wedding ring
^5 months after my 4 year bid...right after I had my way wit her, 2 days before her wedding
U one of my favorite posters (no homo).
A.V.
reTIreMEnt: THE ALBUM (01/22) ALL DSPs
Always keep it 100. I hate half ass stories where the one telling it makes it seem like they ain't do shyt wrong, that's almost always a dead giveaway to a liar or someone with issues, I just lay my cards out, face up. In real life, shyt don't be as cut & dry as ppl normally try to make it sound. Salute tho.
it's a honor fam