And that I’ve been smashing his wife for awhile now?
I know it sounds grimy brehs, but hear me out.
I know I never mentioned him on here before, but I got a son.
He a grown ass man too, in his mid-30s.
And I’ll admit, he was supposed to be a stain on my bedsheets.
Hell, that’s being generous.
Because the way this nikka turned out, he ain’t even worth the energy it would’ve taken for me to nut on the sheets.
This nikka is one of them carpet nuts.
Despite that, I’ve tried my best to be the best father I can be.
- I ignored it when he would sing along to Genie in a Bottle as a child.
- I let it slide when he would sneak fat bytches into his room at night.
- I even showed up to his wedding when he married his bust down of a wife, even after she broke up with him several times.
But these last few years have been rough, man.
Ever since this nikka enrolled in some karate classes, he’s been on some other shyt.
Always making snide and sarcastic comments like a bytch.
For example, a few years back I invited this nikka to have breakfast with me at Burger King.
A thick ass PAWG came into the restaurant and I couldn’t help but stare.
Rather than looking with me or ignoring it, this nikka started lecturing me and shyt with all these male feminist ass talking points.
Talking about how I hate myself because I was admiring a PAWG and how black men need to take back the black community.
Then this aloe vera ass nikka brought up counseling.
AND he called me an incel.
All this because I was checking out a PAWG, brehs.
I started to think the nikka is gay, so a few days later I invited him to watch a movie with the family.
A gay character came on the screen and I started drawing comparisons between him and my son.
My son started huffing and puffing under his breath like a female, but didn’t say shyt.
What really confirmed it for me though was what happened a few weeks later.
His wife came over to the crib, crying.
She told me about how my son accidentally left his laptop open and she found messages he’d sent to other men, making very suspect comments and trying to meet up with them.
We were both shocked and traumatized. One thing led to another and we started fukking.
And at this point, I only invite this nikka over to the house so I can see my son and smash his wife while he has his head buried in his phone.
I’m thinking about letting him know what’s up on Father’s Day and I need advice.
Don’t get it fukked up, I ain’t scared of this nikka.
He’s 36 in a karate class and he ain’t even that good.
To be honest, I think he just uses it as an excuse to roll around with sweaty men.
I just want to do this the right way so his therapist don’t have to deal with him screaming at her again.
Any advice?
I know it sounds grimy brehs, but hear me out.
I know I never mentioned him on here before, but I got a son.
He a grown ass man too, in his mid-30s.
And I’ll admit, he was supposed to be a stain on my bedsheets.
Hell, that’s being generous.
Because the way this nikka turned out, he ain’t even worth the energy it would’ve taken for me to nut on the sheets.
This nikka is one of them carpet nuts.
Despite that, I’ve tried my best to be the best father I can be.
- I ignored it when he would sing along to Genie in a Bottle as a child.
- I let it slide when he would sneak fat bytches into his room at night.
- I even showed up to his wedding when he married his bust down of a wife, even after she broke up with him several times.
But these last few years have been rough, man.
Ever since this nikka enrolled in some karate classes, he’s been on some other shyt.
Always making snide and sarcastic comments like a bytch.
For example, a few years back I invited this nikka to have breakfast with me at Burger King.
A thick ass PAWG came into the restaurant and I couldn’t help but stare.
Rather than looking with me or ignoring it, this nikka started lecturing me and shyt with all these male feminist ass talking points.
Talking about how I hate myself because I was admiring a PAWG and how black men need to take back the black community.
Then this aloe vera ass nikka brought up counseling.
AND he called me an incel.
All this because I was checking out a PAWG, brehs.
I started to think the nikka is gay, so a few days later I invited him to watch a movie with the family.
A gay character came on the screen and I started drawing comparisons between him and my son.
My son started huffing and puffing under his breath like a female, but didn’t say shyt.
What really confirmed it for me though was what happened a few weeks later.
His wife came over to the crib, crying.
She told me about how my son accidentally left his laptop open and she found messages he’d sent to other men, making very suspect comments and trying to meet up with them.
We were both shocked and traumatized. One thing led to another and we started fukking.
And at this point, I only invite this nikka over to the house so I can see my son and smash his wife while he has his head buried in his phone.
I’m thinking about letting him know what’s up on Father’s Day and I need advice.
Don’t get it fukked up, I ain’t scared of this nikka.
He’s 36 in a karate class and he ain’t even that good.
To be honest, I think he just uses it as an excuse to roll around with sweaty men.
I just want to do this the right way so his therapist don’t have to deal with him screaming at her again.
Any advice?
