How did y'all find out your boo cheated
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Art Barr
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he wasn't crazy.
he was high off ego candy and thinking nobody could do shyt to him.
he was the epitome of a simp.
nikka, was on some male amy fisher shyt, and ol girl was on some joey buddafuco over here face ass shyt.
they were some clowns.
how, you gon risk yo fukk'n freedom for some broad.
nikka, was on that ova here,...!!
art barr
* man, dis shyt still seizure inducing cripple funny!!!
that dude was on some it takes three steps.
for us, to get this guwop face ass shyt with ol girl and the hammer.
while holding up four fingers, and shyt....
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This is why I wrote what I wrote. Neg me all you want but I didn't pull my assessment out of the sky, you used her for her money and she played you cause you were full of yourself. I don't know how her craziness was any different from the felonies you were catching doing street ish.Dated a chick in 06 for almost the whole year. We was both 18, her b-day was a few days after mine in July, so us being the same sign (and somewhat into that shyt), we "understood" eachothers personality types. Made for an interesting courting phase, but terrible arguments. Anyways, shyt turned out to be one of them roller coaster, 0-100 type shytsOne minute you just talking on the phone, getting to know eachother, next minute, you think you gonna spend life together, around eachother all the time, etc etc
Dominican broad named Laura. Short as fkcuk, like 5'0, 125lbs, big ass, nice top, very pretty face...Adopted by white parents who had her since she was like 3 months, (kicker: her moms was a prostitute in the DR)and was one of them Valedictorian,spoke English, Spanish, Italian, French...good grades, good rep type bytches. So even though there was red flags throughout, my inexperienced ass tried to rationalize them shyts with her positives (as most males pre-HOH do), and I ended up catching a life-changing L. Could've been worse though.
Anyways, this broad was a head case. Her parents was rich as fukk, and she had that whole white-girl steez about her. Was green as fukk to street shyt, and I was the hoodest nikka she'd ever been wit. Complete opposites, but she was impressed by how intelligent I was on top of my "grittier" qualities. Her pops was an Italian 70-something year old multimillionaire who used to fly the Marine One during the Regan era, and her moms was a teacher, like 40. They had a white daughter who was younger, and really theirs...they treated shorty like a princess, and made my girl do the load of the housework, talked down to her, etc...basically shorty was the house slaveand at the time, I felt bad for the broad (yeah, she ran THAT game on me) and was on my White Knight shyt, but that was just the set-up.
Over the course of months, I found out the bytch (she told me) was clinically bipolar. Like, on medicine for the shyt.And while that wasn't a deal-breaker, I did consider the shyt, and regularly kind of "nudge" her towards being single. I ain't gonna front, I cared about the bytch. So I wanted to dead her, but once I saw how fukked up she was mentally, my dumb ass thought I could be the nikka to "fix" her
Took her to NY to the jects for the first time in her life, and she was shook but she was OPEN. shyt got so ill that when I caught my first case (which I eventually did 6 months for), she had the DT's interrogating her, and she held her water....THAT shyt made me disregard a LOT of fukkery, brehs.
So anyways, like 4 months into the relationship I cussed her out for some shyt and was on the verge of just deading her anyways. I won't front, I had bytches on the side, no excuses or justification. shyt just got too real, and the relationship drama I couldn't deal with on top of it, and her crazy ass antics. She was clingy, moody, annoying, talkative, and most of all, the fact that she'd up and drive an hour and a half just for me to fukk her in her car a few times left me with theat the same time. It never really crossed my mind that shorty would cheat, I guess because them drives, that shyt with the detectives, and her infatuation with everything a nikka was about had me on some "yeah I got this bytch" shyt. But back to the deading her shyt....So I go and dead her...And two days later, she shows up at my door unannounced, calls me (without me knowing she's outside) and is like "baby....take me back please....I got a surprise for you..." tells me to come to the door, and this bytch is there. Lifts up her sleeve and has my gov't name tatted on her left shoulder/upper arm.....with a blue flag underneath it
I looked at the bytch like
She was like
Anyways...time goes by. End up gettin back wit her. Sex game wasbrehs. Plus the rich-nikka perks I was getting (going on the run from the cops in different citites while staying in the multiple penthouse suites her family owned and rented out, throughout the country...dat dope budget...arm candy, makin nikkas jealous...havin nikkas spit at her when I wasn't around, and me later finding out they ain't get no play...I thought I was that nikka).
Then it happened. bytch went to the crazy house. She called me from the loony bin one day, I'm in the studio recording that "One Blood" diss that got a million hits on YouTube, and in the middle of the track, I stop to pick up my phone from some unknown number, and she's like "hello?" and I'm like "wassup..." she goes....."I'm in the crazy house." I dropped EVERYTHING. Half likeI was like why...wtf. Apparently, her old ass racist cac granddaddy-pops caught her in a tank top, seen her tattoo and started going off on her, cursing her out in Italian. She'd been around me so long, she finally started standing up to her peoples, she pulled a knife on this old nikka, yoked him up with the knife to his neck and threatened to kill his ass if he kept picking on her
That episode passes, somehow my dumbass stays wit her though it...And the heat is on me and my team. nikkas start catching cases, going in, coming home on bond, with open cases...Still putting in work. I had to skip town to avoid getting locked, she drove me through like 3 different states. Dropped me off at bytches cribs she ain't even know. Then when it was time to switch spots, she finally hit me like "babe....my parents own penthouses all around the country. D.C., MD, Jersey, Georgia...I can just steal the keys...where you wanna go? You can stay as long as you want..."
I'm like
Fam, I was in love with this crazy bytch.
(to be continued...)
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You can just hear that pain in his voice like he experienced it yesterday.
DAYUM
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OkLol all of that explaining. Oh okay.
Btw all that shyt you took ur time to quote (for the 2nd day in a row) reply to, and overanalyze....
didn't read
if you say so...but you wrote nearly a novel and now you want to grill me? Y'all don't like honesty eh?
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i hate you nikkas
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Ok
Lol a novel. But you read said novel in it's entirety, thoroughly enough to form an opinion, bold portions days later, went out of your way to inaccurately, assumimngly analyze said novel, defend someone you don't know based on such analysis, and offered your opinion, multiple times and days on it, no?
If the answers yes, then idgaf about anything else.
It's just the Coli. Relax, don't get so worked up.I did I never denied it. That's why it's called an opinion, I was simply backing up what I said.Lol a novel. But you read said novel in it's entirety, thoroughly enough to form an opinion, bold portions days later, went out of your way to inaccurately, assumimngly analyze said novel, defend someone you don't know based on such analysis, and offered your opinion, multiple times and days on it, no?
If the answers yes, then idgaf about anything else.
I am not defending her. I just don't agree with your attempt to play the innocent victim. You both were grimey as far as I am concerned. I had to respond cause you negged me under the pretense that I lacked reading comprehension so I provided my evidence. The only one who is worked up over my opinion is you not I.Lol a novel. But you read said novel in it's entirety, thoroughly enough to form an opinion, bold portions days later, went out of your way to inaccurately, assumimngly analyze said novel, defend someone you don't know based on such analysis, and offered your opinion, multiple times and days on it, no?
If the answers yes, then idgaf about anything else.
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
"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!!!!"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
) 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)
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.
speechless
sig worthy
A.V.
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If you thought that I tried to "play innocent" after reading that, that many times, you either missed something, are stupid, or have some kind of other mental issue with men you're overcompensating by going online playing Super Story Defender.
It's such a pathetic cry for attention that I only oblige because of the humor it brings to me.But thank you for showing ME (of all people) that I'm not innocent, bad, bad, bad...how dare a mid twenties felon/business owner/college graduate/no children having/honest living making man tell a story that's over 5 years old without being digitally reprimanded from someone who he couldn't give a fukk less about?
You sure showed me!
If you thought that I tried to "play innocent" after reading that, that many times, you either missed something, are stupid, or have some kind of other mental issue with men you're overcompensating by going online playing Super Story Defender.
But thank you for showing ME (of all people) that I'm not innocent, bad, bad, bad...how dare a mid twenties felon/business owner/college graduate/no children having/honest living making man tell a story that's over 5 years old without being digitally reprimanded from someone who he couldn't give a fukk less about?
You sure showed me!
If you thought that I tried to "play innocent" after reading that, that many times, you either missed something, are stupid, or have some kind of other mental issue with men you're overcompensating by going online playing Super Story Defender.
But thank you for showing ME (of all people) that I'm not innocent, bad, bad, bad...how dare a mid twenties felon/business owner/college graduate/no children having/honest living making man tell a story that's over 5 years old without being digitally reprimanded from someone who he couldn't give a fukk less about?
You sure showed me!
Your proble is you think I was being malicious. I based my opinion on the story that you gave. If thats not you anymore why get upset? I don't have a problem with men but okIf you thought that I tried to "play innocent" after reading that, that many times, you either missed something, are stupid, or have some kind of other mental issue with men you're overcompensating by going online playing Super Story Defender.
But thank you for showing ME (of all people) that I'm not innocent, bad, bad, bad...how dare a mid twenties felon/business owner/college graduate/no children having/honest living making man tell a story that's over 5 years old without being digitally reprimanded from someone who he couldn't give a fukk less about?
You sure showed me!