My ex...GRHS...and I wasn't officially back together, but we were still dealing.
Some how we got into a big argument and stopped talkin for like 2wks I think. During that time she hooked up wit some nigga name Dolla at club...then fucc'd him later that nite. I tried to act like I didn't care when she told me, but inside...
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She fucc'd him a few more times after that. One nite I wanted to come by and see her, but she was like
"Naw. He's over here and stasying the night"
Me:
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So now my azzz is sittin at home wit all these thoughts running thru my head. I couldn't get that image of this muthafucca layin up wit this nigga...you know what...Imma go over to her crib! Middle of the damn night, and my dumbazzz is driving to her crib. Why? I dunno.
Get to her apartment complex and drove slowly past her crib (she lived on the bottom floor). Her bedroom window was right there, so I just stopped car, and sat there staring at it. Wondering if they were still up. Wondering if she was fuccin this muthafucca. I was even tempted to park my car...get out...then peek thru a small crack b/t her window shade.
As soon as that thought popped in my head, I knew I losted it. I became something I loathed. I drove the fucc off and carried my stupid azzz home. Smh. Never did that shyt ever again. That was definitely outta my character.