How did y'all find out your boo cheated

[MikelArteta]

Continue :lupe;

 

[A.V.]

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 city agreed 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 and she was engaged to be marrying dude in like 2 days. So what I do? Hit her with a bunch of head nods, and "yeah.....uh huh" while she was pouring her heart out, but on the inside I was like


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:

Spoiler

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





That ether has finally been released. my brehs.

 

[RiffRaff]

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 for good a few weeks, 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 city agreed 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 and she was engaged to be marrying dude in like 2 days. So what I do? Hit her with a bunch of head nods, and "yeah.....uh huh" while she was pouring her heart out, but on the inside I was like


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:

Spoiler

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





That ether has finally been released. my brehs.

These hoes outchea for everyone

 

[MikelArteta]

My nukka av

All I can say is get married brehs

This is why I put zero faith in broads zero


That story though

 

[MikelArteta]

Man the cellphone is always the key. I remember chick I was with left it in the washroom I go take a dump and she's like breaking down the door, I open that ish and she texting a nukka, then I had to dig deeper into a keylogger

If your chick won't let you see her phone

 

[ikbm]

this nikka av is the realest nikka of all time
i can only aspire for half that real shyt

 

[Diondon]

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 for good a few weeks, 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 city agreed 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 and she was engaged to be marrying dude in like 2 days. So what I do? Hit her with a bunch of head nods, and "yeah.....uh huh" while she was pouring her heart out, but on the inside I was like


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:

Spoiler

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





That ether has finally been released. my brehs.

Goddamn
You did that

 

[International S.]

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 for good a few weeks, 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 city agreed 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 and she was engaged to be marrying dude in like 2 days. So what I do? Hit her with a bunch of head nods, and "yeah.....uh huh" while she was pouring her heart out, but on the inside I was like


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:

Spoiler

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





That ether has finally been released. my brehs.

damn bruh, 4 years in the can... and this bytch fukking chopper from da band, glad you got your canteen right off shorty

 

[Marezzy]

I had to work in the morning so I couldn't meet up with her. She was so sad we couldn't meet she fukked her manager and her boyfriend. She told me through text, I just hit her with the "well it's over bye" but brehs......when I read that message

 

[Born2BKing]

@AVthaPHARAOH the goat poster. nikka you need to write a fukking book my g. Got damn. But ay, where that hardcore porn at??

 

[A.V.]

@Born2BKing it's trash breh. shyt was hard as shyt to find. The day she poured her heart out, she told me about how she had her father pay Google damn near 100k just to get her removed from the damn internet...or at least the Google search results. Best believe the next day I looked Found traces...But nothing.

damn bruh, 4 years in the can... and this bytch fukking chopper from da band, glad you got your canteen right off shorty

Breh, I was like CHOPPA?!?!






CHOPPA!?!??!!





She was like "yeah.....you know the one...from Making the Band"






I was like ... CHOPPA?!?!?

















Now some lil nikka runnin around stuck wit a crazy smut for life by marriage, child, not even knowing the day before his marriage, I was dropping the rest of my unborns off on her face, for lying about the unborns of some other nikka...And that I've got the video footage stashed in a secure location on the off chance he ever find out about me and don't come correct It's so demonic brehs.

 

[International S.]

Breh, I was like CHOPPA?!?!






CHOPPA!?!??!!





She was like "yeah.....you know the one...from Making the Band"






I was like ... CHOPPA?!?!?

















Now some lil nikka runnin around stuck wit a crazy smut for life by marriage, child, not even knowing the day before his marriage, I was dropping the rest of my unborns off on her face, for lying about the unborns of some other nikka...And that I've got the video footage stashed in a secure location on the off chance he ever find out about me and don't come correct It's so demonic brehs.

Damn...you know the nikka still sharing her w/ some random nikka too..shorty might fukk around and get off'd later in life...one of the type bytches that you choke and they whisper "Kill Me"

 

[87 others]

@Born2BKing it's trash breh. shyt was hard as shyt to find. The day she poured her heart out, she told me about how she had her father pay Google damn near 100k just to get her removed from the damn internet...or at least the Google search results. Best believe the next day I looked Found traces...But nothing.





Breh, I was like CHOPPA?!?!






CHOPPA!?!??!!





She was like "yeah.....you know the one...from Making the Band"






I was like ... CHOPPA?!?!?

















Now some lil nikka runnin around stuck wit a crazy smut for life by marriage, child, not even knowing the day before his marriage, I was dropping the rest of my unborns off on her face, for lying about the unborns of some other nikka...And that I've got the video footage stashed in a secure location on the off chance he ever find out about me and don't come correct It's so demonic brehs.

You should warn breh, karma is a motherfukker. Can't take joy from that situation. That's exactly how good nikkas turn

 

[Born2BKing]

@Born2BKing it's trash breh. shyt was hard as shyt to find. The day she poured her heart out, she told me about how she had her father pay Google damn near 100k just to get her removed from the damn internet...or at least the Google search results. Best believe the next day I looked Found traces...But nothing.





Breh, I was like CHOPPA?!?!






CHOPPA!?!??!!





She was like "yeah.....you know the one...from Making the Band"






I was like ... CHOPPA?!?!?

















Now some lil nikka runnin around stuck wit a crazy smut for life by marriage, child, not even knowing the day before his marriage, I was dropping the rest of my unborns off on her face, for lying about the unborns of some other nikka...And that I've got the video footage stashed in a secure location on the off chance he ever find out about me and don't come correct It's so demonic brehs.

She look like Milian Blue

 

[MikelArteta]

@Born2BKing it's trash breh. shyt was hard as shyt to find. The day she poured her heart out, she told me about how she had her father pay Google damn near 100k just to get her removed from the damn internet...or at least the Google search results. Best believe the next day I looked Found traces...But nothing.





Breh, I was like CHOPPA?!?!






CHOPPA!?!??!!





She was like "yeah.....you know the one...from Making the Band"






I was like ... CHOPPA?!?!?

















Now some lil nikka runnin around stuck wit a crazy smut for life by marriage, child, not even knowing the day before his marriage, I was dropping the rest of my unborns off on her face, for lying about the unborns of some other nikka...And that I've got the video footage stashed in a secure location on the off chance he ever find out about me and don't come correct It's so demonic brehs.

get married brehs