Uncle Kingpin
No Relation
The hardest time in my life was 4 years ago, and although it was hard, it was a beautiful struggle. I was 3 months into being married to my baby mama, and she had broken me down into the most depressed state i've ever been in. I never been a simp, but her relentless passive aggression and guilt tripping turned me into becoming one. I never did what she said, i was a terrible bf, we made up and break up countless times. But I decided, you know what, we got two kids now. For better or worse, i'm committed to having the family i never had. So i went along w/ everything she said, which turned her into a monster. The more i gave of myself, the less she was satisfied. Moved to the country 30 mins away from my family and friends. Even though i made more money than her, i worked half days so i could be home when my son finished pre-k cuz she couldn't stand being at home.
So we're married for 3 long months, and she comes to me and says
Her:
"Is this how things are going to be?"
Me:
"I guess so...shyt was the same before we got married"
Her:
"I want a divorce, and i got a date tomorrow."
Me:
"Ok"
Anything else we could have worked it out, anything else i would have forgiven her for. But to be so disrespectful that you want to go on a date, and come back to the house we shared? Hell no! The bytch came home w/ roses and gave me the box to take out with the trash! So I packed my shyt up and left the next day with only my computer and the clothes on my back.
I was technically homeless, but i was like the old kung fu master after his monastery was burned to the ground. I was killing everything. Back to the trap, back to fukking mad bytches, back to beating nikkas up for less than nothing. I got hit by a car while walking through a parking lot, got addicted to painkillers, was a fukking junkie eating percocets like mentos. But the struggle was beautiful, she did me the biggest favor because i found me again.
I'm back to getting money, eating exquisite meals at fine restaurants, travelling out of town and out the country, driving fly whips, draped in designers from my toes to the sunglasses on my nose.
And she's back to being a bitter baby mama
So we're married for 3 long months, and she comes to me and says
Her:

Me:

Her:

Me:

Anything else we could have worked it out, anything else i would have forgiven her for. But to be so disrespectful that you want to go on a date, and come back to the house we shared? Hell no! The bytch came home w/ roses and gave me the box to take out with the trash! So I packed my shyt up and left the next day with only my computer and the clothes on my back.
I was technically homeless, but i was like the old kung fu master after his monastery was burned to the ground. I was killing everything. Back to the trap, back to fukking mad bytches, back to beating nikkas up for less than nothing. I got hit by a car while walking through a parking lot, got addicted to painkillers, was a fukking junkie eating percocets like mentos. But the struggle was beautiful, she did me the biggest favor because i found me again.

