I've told this story before. But my homie that's like my brother, I was there the day before--- (was supposed to stay the night, but didn't for some unknown reason, i just didn't feel like staying the night and because of that his mom and stepdad dad went to the bars-- it was summer so when id stay the night we'd eat pizza or Chinese, wings, and watch movies, play video games and board games and swim all night long til like 6am, all of us, his mom, stepdad, lil brother and lil sisters) --his mom died, the day of and the day after.
He was there for me the day my mom died the days after and forever.
Anyway, we were roommates but we were both getting our separate places because we both had money and we were in our young 20s. This dude started dating this broad we knew from middle school. Long story short with her she got molested, moved away, came back years later, was a stripper, did coke and ate pills, 2 kids by two different dad's in different states and had no custody.
Anyway one night i come home my boy is drunk sitting on the kitchen floor back against the dishwasher and she's standing over him berating him "you're a piece of shyt! Your worthless, you'll never be anything" yadda yadda yadda.
I was about to beat her ass off rip but I just told her to get the fukk out. Next morning I tell him "i don't know what's going on but whatever it is it ain't cool and ain't right, no one in the world gets to talk to someone else like that especially her."
He's like "damn, it was that bad?" I was telling him he needs to respect himself. He was like "ok, alright, ok"
A week later look who's coming out of his room?
I bounced and he bounced, they moved in together. And we didn't talk after we gave the keys back. And i told everyone if he's going to allow that shyt to happen I'm not going to sit there and witness it, cause it ain't right.
They got married and have 2 if not 3 kids. Ones probably 10? I've never talked to my boy or seen him since.
I wish him well though.
