YOU Ever BUSTED One of Your Chicks CREEPING,,,

[WattDogs]

Yo, I can co-sign the homie Itwazuntme's statement. I had something like that happen to me. Only difference was that I was engaged, not married.

What I've found out over the years is that women are emotional & that creates a whole lot of problems. Every single woman I know cheats. The crazy part is, these chicks be tryin to justify it, first by lying, then by acting like it wasn't that big a deal, then by being honest & hoping you forget.

I'm not a cheating dude. I tell any chick I'm with that straight up, don't do it. It's repercussions & ramifications if you do. And there's been many females confused when I disappear out of their lives, not knowing they got caught.

 

[TheFuser]

Ok I gotta story too....damn after readin' some of this shit, now I know why I'm the way I am with women.

Married this chick, high school sweetheart, good girl, I thought....she was real passive, kinda quiet, but turns out she was just sneaky with hers. In a million years I never would have figured out she was a $2 ho, I don't know if it was denial or if I was just in love with the chick or wanted to believe her.

Anyways, after we get married, I go on tour in the Army, They cut me orders to IRAQ, we're writining each other everyday once the mail starts flowin' and like somebody else said, "Everything started to slow down"..."My Pimp senses go off-flashin' a ho alert alarm". Since I'm 10,000 miles away, I can't prove a damn thing, so I'm stuck with speculating. Letters trickle in from here, used to be 3-4 a week, now it's 1 every 3-4 weeks. I beg her for some pictures of my daugter for 3 months, she finally sends them, but no letter, no how you doin' nothin'...this is my wife now.

So we got 1 call a week using the MARS system and I decide to call my sister, she's always good for spreading news.

Me: He sis, how are things back home
sis: fine, how you hoildin' up
Me: I'm cool can't wait to come home though
sis: I hate to be the one to tell you this but XXXXXX is pregnant by XXXXX
Me: Huh
sis: Yea, your wife is pregnant by another man.

Damn, talk about devastated, and I was 10,000 miles away, wasn' shit I could do about it. about a month later I got mail from her, Divorce papers in the mail....WOW!!!! one of the lowest points in my life only because I had put so much trust in her. Learned to never trust a bitch ever again and with good reason, I've never dated or married one who hasn't cheated...EVER...Well One to my knowledge

I gotta another one that's just as bad, but I don't feel like typin' it cause it was just Trifling.

That's fucking crazy. Unpatriotic bitch!

All jokes aside, that's a fucked up scenario. Least you kinda saw it coming. The letters, or lack thereof were a dead give away.

 

[jwilliam85]

Ok I gotta story too....damn after readin' some of this shit, now I know why I'm the way I am with women.

Married this chick, high school sweetheart, good girl, I thought....she was real passive, kinda quiet, but turns out she was just sneaky with hers. In a million years I never would have figured out she was a $2 ho, I don't know if it was denial or if I was just in love with the chick or wanted to believe her.

Anyways, after we get married, I go on tour in the Army, They cut me orders to IRAQ, we're writining each other everyday once the mail starts flowin' and like somebody else said, "Everything started to slow down"..."My Pimp senses go off-flashin' a ho alert alarm". Since I'm 10,000 miles away, I can't prove a damn thing, so I'm stuck with speculating. Letters trickle in from here, used to be 3-4 a week, now it's 1 every 3-4 weeks. I beg her for some pictures of my daugter for 3 months, she finally sends them, but no letter, no how you doin' nothin'...this is my wife now.

So we got 1 call a week using the MARS system and I decide to call my sister, she's always good for spreading news.

Me: He sis, how are things back home
sis: fine, how you hoildin' up
Me: I'm cool can't wait to come home though
sis: I hate to be the one to tell you this but XXXXXX is pregnant by XXXXX
Me: Huh
sis: Yea, your wife is pregnant by another man.

Damn, talk about devastated, and I was 10,000 miles away, wasn' shit I could do about it. about a month later I got mail from her, Divorce papers in the mail....WOW!!!! one of the lowest points in my life only because I had put so much trust in her. Learned to never trust a bitch ever again and with good reason, I've never dated or married one who hasn't cheated...EVER...Well One to my knowledge

I gotta another one that's just as bad, but I don't feel like typin' it cause it was just Trifling.

So is there a way to keep your old lady from creeping or is it just the way it is? Can they truly be satisfied or only temporarirly satisfied? Or is it just better to pick one up at a later age rather then in your twenties?

 

[Andeyhollawho]

Gameboy was on that...

 

[destrehan]

just better to pick one up at a later age rather then in your twenties?

 

[DaleMabry]

a good thing about this thread is that everybody with a story is on bgol tellin it instead of in a cell.

 

[papi68]

I feel like shit for some of the broads I banged out after reading some of these stories. The engaged virgin to a cat in Kuwait I feel terrible about now. If not my dick, it would have been someone elses though.

 

[ChosenAkaTheOne]

Here goes my story ( switch to sucker mode )

I was with this girl who I met online.
Nice girl, freak in the bed, good cook, own place, good job etc etc etc.
She claimed to have just came out of a 8 year relationship because her ex cheated on her and couldn't satisfy her, bla bla bla.

One day I'm on her myspace page and saw that her ex had left her a comment.
Nothing crazy, just " God bless, have a good day " shit.

She claimed to hate this dude because of what he did, so I'd never expect her to talk to him again.
Curiosity got the best of me and I decided to click on his page to see if she would reply to his comment.
Low and Behold, she did! I paid it no mind and x'd his page and started surfing BGOL.

a week passes by and I'm at work.
I see that she's logged on myspace and I send her a message.
Tell her I'm horny and I get off at 3.
She claims not to be feeling well and doesn't feel like having me for company/sex.
Cool, I log off and went about my day.

I get home, go to sleep and the next day while checking my myspace messages I get a real simp moment.
Something tells me to go and look at her page and what do I see.
early in the morning her ex posts " You're my best friend ".
I click on his and see she post one of those stupid friendship .gif images.
My senses go off.
For some reason I cant see why someone would talk to a person who hurt them and they claim to hate so much.

*sucka moment*
I get a key-logger, and get her myspace password and yahoo mail password.
Go through her yahoo mail ( she actually deleted everything, except for her " sent " folder ) and I see that she's been e-mailing him back and forth.

He apologizes for last night, she tells him if they cant be just friends then maybe they shouldn't chill at all.
He claims that he couldn't help himself, she tells him that she's with me so maybe this is not a good idea.

I read it and didn't think that she had sex with him.
Was kind of upset thou that she went to his house at night.

cool...two days later I decide to check her myspace page and logged in using her name and password, aha!

here I see messages from since January...dinner dates...and THAT DAY WHEN SHE CLAIMS SHE WAS NOT FEELING WELL AND DIDN'T WANT COMPANY.

pretty much him and I are sending her messages at the same time.

him: sup
her: nothing, making me a drink
him: hmmm, make me one too.
her: nah
him: what else are you doing
her: laying down on the sofa
him: what do you have on?
her: shorts, low cut shirt
him: hmmm, I bet you look sexy
her: shut up
him: where is he?
her: work
him: ok
her: my head hurts
him: come over and lay down here
her: ok

* My heart dropped *.....I was a lollipop...a sucker.
I tried to play it cool and would not say anything, just kept on fucking and gathering info.
I was having sex with her ( strapped of course ) and just couldn't get into it.

a few days later I just couldn't take it anymore...I was fucking up at work, not eating etc etc etc
I called, got her voice mail and broke up with her in a message.
She called me 2 hour later, flipping, like WTF? BREAK UP WITH ME, WHY? NAH..FUCK THAT SHIT...BLA BLA BLA.

I finally like a sucker called her back, and * sighs * asked her about her ex.
Did you go to his house?, I asked. NO, she replied.
What does that have to do with anything she asked me and like an idiot I tell her that My friend saw her at the restaurant with her ex.
She claims it's a lie. I said nah, I know the time and date.
She later gave me some half assed confession about only going for drinks months ago when they first broke up....

Anyways, like a simp I told her that I read her e-mails and myspace and that she's a fucking liar and a cheater....BIG MISTAKE...BOY DID SHE FLIP THE SCRIPT ON ME, ACTING ALL ANGRY AND SHIT.

Some how...I don't know how...I ended up apologizing and she just wouldn't let go of the fact that I read her e-mails.
Broke up with me...lol...I broke up with YOU earlier today..talking about I cant be with no man who snoops in my personal business...God knows what else I've been snooping in..etc etc etc.

First of all if you didn't give me a suspicion...* she cuts me off *...don't want to hear it...gets her mom, sister and home girls in on it..and I'm all alone.

* hyper sucka moment *

I felt bad, and we got back together....
She gave me some half assed apology but never confessed to fucking him.
I know she did.

we eventually break up when i check her e-mail again and saw that she booked a hotel for two ( during her birthday weekend ) to the Poconos with her credit card on Monday for fri/sat/sun.
Calls me on Thursday and say " babe, guess what my best friend/sister got me? "
me: what?
her: a spa treatment weekend in the Poconos.
me: a wha?
her: a gift, for my birthday..I can go relax, shop and shit.
me: who gave you this?
her: my best friend/sister, why?
me: you sure?
her: yea, what?
me: YOU LYING SLUT. You booked that shit on Monday for 2 people.
her: YOU SNOOPED AGAIN IN MY E-MAILS..THAT'S IT WE'RE DONE..BLA BLA BLA.

Off to the Poconos she goes...I'm home all week like
Getting the urge to pull off a GAMEBOY and drive there ( since I got all the info from the e-mail ), but I decide not too.

she comes back, acts like she's mad & tells me she needs some time, I act like a simp again and starts apologizing.
She claims the 2 person must be a mistake........she thought she selected 1 person.
shit didn't last too long after that because I just couldn't perform anymore knowing that someone else might have been knocking the pussy.

We break up for good when she starts acting distant, is always busy and what's not.
we became fuck friends...fuck for no reason for like a good 4 months...until the last time I fuck her in her ass ( no homo ).

we haven't seen or had sex since.
Speaking of which, let me go and call her..I want my fucking rims back.

Some Bitch Hacked my Blackplanet and email back in the day and did the same thing!!!! U EVILLLLL MUTHAFUCKA!!!! Really i done fucked my exs so much after they get a new nigga that i'm always leary of a new bitch and her ex

 

[pokey]

damn chicks are scandalous with it,,, ya'll handled that shit well though,,, never fight over a chick,,,

i recall bumping heads with a dude, over a broad,,, he was ready to run to his car because he thought i was about to flip,,, i told him to stay and talk to me,,, neither one of us knew about the other,,, and we ended up finding out how scandalous the broad really was,,, we shook hands at the end of the convo,,,

if more Brothaz handled biz like this, the homicide rate would drop dramatically in the hood

same situation almost happened with me she wouldn't happen to be dominican

 

[Damn Right]

you threw a rock at the window. lol You was having a sucka attack.

she wasn't my 'lady' but a chick i used to fuk with. this happened years back.
after the club, me and the homies was at the food joint. dudes were still buzzin, etc. one of the homies was like 'aye, u still messin with marcy's friend?' i'm like 'yeah.' he like, 'man the homie is over her pad right now. you wanna roll out over there?' being faded at the time, it sounded good then

15 mins later like 2 carloads of dudes pull up. no beef though cause we all homies and the dude in her pad was a part of the click so it was all love. don't even think he knew i was fukin with ole girl. so everybody stumbles up to her grass, and i walk to her apt door and start knockin like i'm the police. all loud and sheit. she opens the door real slow, sees me and gets like

so i'm like 'yo, what's up? i wanted to see you. . . . why u ain't invitin me in?' she like, 'oh, huh? um, hold on....' i'm like (all loud) 'HOLD ON? FUK THAT! I AIN'T SUM SUCKA. THA FUK U GONNA HAVE ME ON THE PORCH AT 3 IN THE MORNING? FUK THAT. I'M OUT....' i turn around and she's like 'please don't leave....waitaminute...' then comes outside and is like 'don't be mad, i made a mistake' then the door opens up and ole dude comes out. he sees me, then the homies behind me (and dudes are straight dyin laughin right now) and he starts talkin to the girl all emotional like 'come back inside...' she just ignores him and is like 'can we go somewhere? huh?' she was tryin to leave dude in her pad! so dude hears this, looks at me and goes, 'she's all yours homeboy' then walks to his car, all dejected lookin. guess he really liked her.

i peace the homies out, get some brain, sober up a bit then roll out. man i haven't thought of that in years. funny sheit to this day

 

[Web_Guru]

Ok I gotta story too....damn after readin' some of this shit, now I know why I'm the way I am with women.

Married this chick, high school sweetheart, good girl, I thought....she was real passive, kinda quiet, but turns out she was just sneaky with hers. In a million years I never would have figured out she was a $2 ho, I don't know if it was denial or if I was just in love with the chick or wanted to believe her.

Anyways, after we get married, I go on tour in the Army, They cut me orders to IRAQ, we're writining each other everyday once the mail starts flowin' and like somebody else said, "Everything started to slow down"..."My Pimp senses go off-flashin' a ho alert alarm". Since I'm 10,000 miles away, I can't prove a damn thing, so I'm stuck with speculating. Letters trickle in from here, used to be 3-4 a week, now it's 1 every 3-4 weeks. I beg her for some pictures of my daugter for 3 months, she finally sends them, but no letter, no how you doin' nothin'...this is my wife now.

So we got 1 call a week using the MARS system and I decide to call my sister, she's always good for spreading news.

Me: He sis, how are things back home
sis: fine, how you hoildin' up
Me: I'm cool can't wait to come home though
sis: I hate to be the one to tell you this but XXXXXX is pregnant by XXXXX
Me: Huh
sis: Yea, your wife is pregnant by another man.

Damn, talk about devastated, and I was 10,000 miles away, wasn' shit I could do about it. about a month later I got mail from her, Divorce papers in the mail....WOW!!!! one of the lowest points in my life only because I had put so much trust in her. Learned to never trust a bitch ever again and with good reason, I've never dated or married one who hasn't cheated...EVER...Well One to my knowledge

I gotta another one that's just as bad, but I don't feel like typin' it cause it was just Trifling.

dam homey.

 

[destrehan]

she wasn't my 'lady' but a chick i used to fuk with. this happened years back.
after the club, me and the homies was at the food joint. dudes were still buzzin, etc. one of the homies was like 'aye, u still messin with marcy's friend?' i'm like 'yeah.' he like, 'man the homie is over her pad right now. you wanna roll out over there?' being faded at the time, it sounded good then

15 mins later like 2 carloads of dudes pull up. no beef though cause we all homies and the dude in her pad was a part of the click so it was all love. don't even think he knew i was fukin with ole girl. so everybody stumbles up to her grass, and i walk to her apt door and start knockin like i'm the police. all loud and sheit. she opens the door real slow, sees me and gets like

so i'm like 'yo, what's up? i wanted to see you. . . . why u ain't invitin me in?' she like, 'oh, huh? um, hold on....' i'm like (all loud) 'HOLD ON? FUK THAT! I AIN'T SUM SUCKA. THA FUK U GONNA HAVE ME ON THE PORCH AT 3 IN THE MORNING? FUK THAT. I'M OUT....' i turn around and she's like 'please don't leave....waitaminute...' then comes outside and is like 'don't be mad, i made a mistake' then the door opens up and ole dude comes out. he sees me, then the homies behind me (and dudes are straight dyin laughin right now) and he starts talkin to the girl all emotional like 'come back inside...' she just ignores him and is like 'can we go somewhere? huh?' she was tryin to leave dude in her pad! so dude hears this, looks at me and goes, 'she's all yours homeboy' then walks to his car, all dejected lookin. guess he really liked her.

i peace the homies out, get some brain, sober up a bit then roll out. man i haven't thought of that in years. funny sheit to this day

great story fam

 

[cocodc]

Ok I gotta story too....damn after readin' some of this shit, now I know why I'm the way I am with women.

Married this chick, high school sweetheart, good girl, I thought....she was real passive, kinda quiet, but turns out she was just sneaky with hers. In a million years I never would have figured out she was a $2 ho, I don't know if it was denial or if I was just in love with the chick or wanted to believe her.

Anyways, after we get married, I go on tour in the Army, They cut me orders to IRAQ, we're writining each other everyday once the mail starts flowin' and like somebody else said, "Everything started to slow down"..."My Pimp senses go off-flashin' a ho alert alarm". Since I'm 10,000 miles away, I can't prove a damn thing, so I'm stuck with speculating. Letters trickle in from here, used to be 3-4 a week, now it's 1 every 3-4 weeks. I beg her for some pictures of my daugter for 3 months, she finally sends them, but no letter, no how you doin' nothin'...this is my wife now.

So we got 1 call a week using the MARS system and I decide to call my sister, she's always good for spreading news.

Me: He sis, how are things back home
sis: fine, how you hoildin' up
Me: I'm cool can't wait to come home though
sis: I hate to be the one to tell you this but XXXXXX is pregnant by XXXXX
Me: Huh
sis: Yea, your wife is pregnant by another man.

Damn, talk about devastated, and I was 10,000 miles away, wasn' shit I could do about it. about a month later I got mail from her, Divorce papers in the mail....WOW!!!! one of the lowest points in my life only because I had put so much trust in her. Learned to never trust a bitch ever again and with good reason, I've never dated or married one who hasn't cheated...EVER...Well One to my knowledge

I gotta another one that's just as bad, but I don't feel like typin' it cause it was just Trifling.

Damn man u got another story just as bad.. DAMN!.. Shit dont tell that one cause that story had me MAD as shit!.. U tell another one i might call up a old bitch and curse her out just because...

 

[LutherVanDrawlz]

long story, but gotta get it off my chest

I had been tellin' my wife at the time that I knew somethin' was goin on... but she insisted on being caught instead of being honest. She claimed that she was out bowling with co-workers twice a week, but it was too obvious cuz whenever we'd go bowling with friends her back would always hurt the next day. Whenever she'd go 'bowling' with co-workers she'd come home like she'd been at the damn spa, all refreshed. Anyway, I sat at home ere’ night for weeks knowing that she was doin’ something but I just couldn’t prove it. I looked at her and honestly asked her if there was something wrong and she lied. I promised her that I would file for divorce if I ever discovered infidelity. Then she had the nerve to try and say that I should pray about my insecurities. I then decided that enough was enough.

I installed a caller ID box in the basement on a phone jack... then each night when I got home I would compare the numbers called on the cordless phones in the bedroom and living room to the box in the basement that she didn't know about... of course I was quickly able to figure out which number she was deleting... instead of confronting her, I just called my connects at Cellular One and ran a trace on the number... had dudes name, address, DOB, SS# and ere'thing... I drove past his crib one night that she was supposedly 'working late' and her car was there in his driveway. The car I had bought for her. I was really boiling at that point. Little did they know that I was sitting there with my loaded 9mm in lap. I had already figured out what I was gonna do. I was gonna kill her. I didn't give a damn who caught it... but SHE was the main one who was gonna get it... if dude had been there to walk her outside or something, I woulda got him too, but he wasn't my target...

I called both my moms and pops separately and told them what I was about to do. I don't know why I called my parents, I guess it was the pain eating me up inside and out of respect for them, I wanted to let them know that I was at rock bottom and that I appreciated all their love and support since birth. Kind of like a "I know you've done all you can for me and this is not your fault" type of closing. Of course they pleaded with me to calm down, drive from the scene and not resort to the violent act I had promised. I then powered off my cell phone off and sat with my finger on the trigger. I remember the day like it was yesterday... July 26, 1999. I waited and waited and waited. I must've sat there for close to 3 hours but her and dude never emerged. There's no way they could've known I was there cuz I had borrowed my buddy's SUV and was sitting on a side street about 4 houses down from dude's house.

After contemplating my options and knowing full well that after gunning them both down, I'd either go to prison or be killed in a shootout with police while on the run, I decided against it and drove home. I think what hit me in the heart was knowing that our 2 kids would've be left without their parents. I kept seeing my 5 yr old daughter's face and hearing her say "Why did you do that to mommy?" It wouldn't have been fair for me to leave them alone in this world with in-laws or someone other than one of us caring for them. I think that was God looking down on me. Honestly, I had no conscience about shooting either one of them, had I seen them. Wouldn't ya know who came home 20 minutes after I got home. It was hard to look at her that night, but I sucked it up and showed no emotions at all in front of her and played it cool.

Imagine bustin' ya azz to provide for your family and then find out that your wife is runnin' around with another dude. Not just a one time deal, but an ongoing affair. We had been together for 7 years and her tryst with dude was at least a few months. All cuz I was in last semester at Howard U. tryna make the situation betta for my family (her + 2 kids). Her older son was not my biological, but I treated him as blood and as my own child. No, I wasn't bringing in the $$$ I had the previous 5 years working FT, but I was back at Howard tryna finish up my BA. Sad part is that she was the one who inspired me to go back to Howard and finish up my degree. Yeah, I was not home as I would've liked to have been... but I was in school FT, working PT and doing an internship. Wasn't like I was out partying. I actually talked to the guy she was having the relations with. I called him the very next day on his cell and said these exact words "So... you're f**king my wife?". He then responded... "Oh,, this must be (my govt name)". Talk about me being shook, the cat knew of me and my name. Dude and I talked for like 20 minutes. He said that she told him that she was divorced. Told him that she was still in the house for the sake of the kids and that we slept in separate bedrooms. It was a tense convo, but one that enlightened us both. He confirmed a lot of things that I had suspicions about, like 'business trips', 'late hours', new tires on her car and extra money she had received. That cat was straight up being played by her but dude straight up wanted to marry her. I couldn't help but laugh at that notion.

The single most important thing that I learned from my divorce (okay okay, I learned this in my Anger Management class when I was going through the divorce) was that you can only control yourself. You do not control what any other person does. If your wife/partner wants to walk outta the door what are you gonna do… physically stop them??? That works on occasions (temporarily), but in the long run someone will end up in jail and 90% of the time it’s the man. For the most part, you just have to use good ole common sense in making decisions on the type of person that you decide to be involved with. People sometimes snicker when I admit to going to Anger Management. But those classes every Monday for 6 mos, probably saved my life. Everyday, I re-considered my thoughts of killing her. Seriously. I needed a place to relax and let my thoughts go. In that class I was in the fellowship of other brothas who were going through similar circumstances and we kinda leaned on each other and became friends.

I never asked my ex-wife why. It didn't matter to me. She betrayed me. After giving her numerous chances to come clean, she refused. I honestly was prepared to try and work things out, even if she had admitted cheating. it woulda hurt, but I would've tried. Til this day, she never admitted to what she did. Wasn't an issue for me about why anyway. I believe in the sacredness of vows, but when one person refuses to admit their wrong, you can't move forward no matter how much you love them. In that case, you must go on with your life. I was criticized by the 'God fearing' members (grandparents, uncles aunts, etc) of my family who didn't believe in divorce, but I shook them off with one question. "Would you rather I sit in a corner, cry my eyes out and contemplate murder or suicide or do what's right for me, file divorce, move on with life and eventually find someone who'll not only love and respect me, but someone who deserves my love and respect?" Room kinda went silent after that.

Fortunately, I'm here to talk about it, which let's you that I wised up and drove from away from the house that night cuz I realized that my life wasn't worth losing cuz ONE woman who betrayed me... but being on the other end of a cheating spouse hurts like hell and can drive folks to kill... trust me... I'm not a hood type cat who grew up on corners or nothin'... but I was a hurt husband who owned a gun. I advise my fellow brothas not to deal with married women. Don't look at a man's stature and assume he won't do something should he find out. A heart hurt will resort to anything when broken. The puzzy aint worth losing your life. That's from both perspectives... from the boyfriend/husband aspect and the playas who love to deal with married sistahs.

 

[tino]

damn^^^^^^ wise move not to kill them,

 

[SEXY_SCORPIO]

long story, but gotta get it off my chest

Damn,that hurt my heart to read that. I am glad you thought about your children and decided not to make that mistake of losing your freedom,because in the end the kids are the ones who will ultimately feel it. Also, there is nothing wrong with going to Anger Management I went myself.

 

[BrownTurd]

The brotha with the long post made me think. The biggest SIMP move possible is to fight or kill a man over a woman. Killing a man over a woman takes away your life as well because you have to spend the rest of your life in prison. It is not the dudes fault your woman cheated. Some brothas fail to grasp that concept.

 

[Mr.Still Fly]

long story, but gotta get it off my chest

.

Damn man... I'm glad you able to keep your head.... Did you confront your wife about the cheating after you founded out... how did the story end... how is your child?

 

[jwilliam85]

long story, but gotta get it off my chest

I had been tellin' my wife at the time that I knew somethin' was goin on... but she insisted on being caught instead of being honest. She claimed that she was out bowling with co-workers twice a week, but it was too obvious cuz whenever we'd go bowling with friends her back would always hurt the next day. Whenever she'd go 'bowling' with co-workers she'd come home like she'd been at the damn spa, all refreshed. Anyway, I sat at home ere’ night for weeks knowing that she was doin’ something but I just couldn’t prove it. I looked at her and honestly asked her if there was something wrong and she lied. I promised her that I would file for divorce if I ever discovered infidelity. Then she had the nerve to try and say that I should pray about my insecurities. I then decided that enough was enough.

I installed a caller ID box in the basement on a phone jack... then each night when I got home I would compare the numbers called on the cordless phones in the bedroom and living room to the box in the basement that she didn't know about... of course I was quickly able to figure out which number she was deleting... instead of confronting her, I just called my connects at Cellular One and ran a trace on the number... had dudes name, address, DOB, SS# and ere'thing... I drove past his crib one night that she was supposedly 'working late' and her car was there in his driveway. The car I had bought for her. I was really boiling at that point. Little did they know that I was sitting there with my loaded 9mm in lap. I had already figured out what I was gonna do. I was gonna kill her. I didn't give a damn who caught it... but SHE was the main one who was gonna get it... if dude had been there to walk her outside or something, I woulda got him too, but he wasn't my target...

I called both my moms and pops separately and told them what I was about to do. I don't know why I called my parents, I guess it was the pain eating me up inside and out of respect for them, I wanted to let them know that I was at rock bottom and that I appreciated all their love and support since birth. Kind of like a "I know you've done all you can for me and this is not your fault" type of closing. Of course they pleaded with me to calm down, drive from the scene and not resort to the violent act I had promised. I then powered off my cell phone off and sat with my finger on the trigger. I remember the day like it was yesterday... July 26, 1999. I waited and waited and waited. I must've sat there for close to 3 hours but her and dude never emerged. There's no way they could've known I was there cuz I had borrowed my buddy's SUV and was sitting on a side street about 4 houses down from dude's house.

After contemplating my options and knowing full well that after gunning them both down, I'd either go to prison or be killed in a shootout with police while on the run, I decided against it and drove home. I think what hit me in the heart was knowing that our 2 kids would've be left without their parents. I kept seeing my 5 yr old daughter's face and hearing her say "Why did you do that to mommy?" It wouldn't have been fair for me to leave them alone in this world with in-laws or someone other than one of us caring for them. I think that was God looking down on me. Honestly, I had no conscience about shooting either one of them, had I seen them. Wouldn't ya know who came home 20 minutes after I got home. It was hard to look at her that night, but I sucked it up and showed no emotions at all in front of her and played it cool.

Imagine bustin' ya azz to provide for your family and then find out that your wife is runnin' around with another dude. Not just a one time deal, but an ongoing affair. We had been together for 7 years and her tryst with dude was at least a few months. All cuz I was in last semester at Howard U. tryna make the situation betta for my family (her + 2 kids). Her older son was not my biological, but I treated him as blood and as my own child. No, I wasn't bringing in the $$$ I had the previous 5 years working FT, but I was back at Howard tryna finish up my BA. Sad part is that she was the one who inspired me to go back to Howard and finish up my degree. Yeah, I was not home as I would've liked to have been... but I was in school FT, working PT and doing an internship. Wasn't like I was out partying. I actually talked to the guy she was having the relations with. I called him the very next day on his cell and said these exact words "So... you're f**king my wife?". He then responded... "Oh,, this must be (my govt name)". Talk about me being shook, the cat knew of me and my name. Dude and I talked for like 20 minutes. He said that she told him that she was divorced. Told him that she was still in the house for the sake of the kids and that we slept in separate bedrooms. It was a tense convo, but one that enlightened us both. He confirmed a lot of things that I had suspicions about, like 'business trips', 'late hours', new tires on her car and extra money she had received. That cat was straight up being played by her but dude straight up wanted to marry her. I couldn't help but laugh at that notion.

The single most important thing that I learned from my divorce (okay okay, I learned this in my Anger Management class when I was going through the divorce) was that you can only control yourself. You do not control what any other person does. If your wife/partner wants to walk outta the door what are you gonna do… physically stop them??? That works on occasions (temporarily), but in the long run someone will end up in jail and 90% of the time it’s the man. For the most part, you just have to use good ole common sense in making decisions on the type of person that you decide to be involved with. People sometimes snicker when I admit to going to Anger Management. But those classes every Monday for 6 mos, probably saved my life. Everyday, I re-considered my thoughts of killing her. Seriously. I needed a place to relax and let my thoughts go. In that class I was in the fellowship of other brothas who were going through similar circumstances and we kinda leaned on each other and became friends.

I never asked my ex-wife why. It didn't matter to me. She betrayed me. After giving her numerous chances to come clean, she refused. I honestly was prepared to try and work things out, even if she had admitted cheating. it woulda hurt, but I would've tried. Til this day, she never admitted to what she did. Wasn't an issue for me about why anyway. I believe in the sacredness of vows, but when one person refuses to admit their wrong, you can't move forward no matter how much you love them. In that case, you must go on with your life. I was criticized by the 'God fearing' members (grandparents, uncles aunts, etc) of my family who didn't believe in divorce, but I shook them off with one question. "Would you rather I sit in a corner, cry my eyes out and contemplate murder or suicide or do what's right for me, file divorce, move on with life and eventually find someone who'll not only love and respect me, but someone who deserves my love and respect?" Room kinda went silent after that.

Fortunately, I'm here to talk about it, which let's you that I wised up and drove from away from the house that night cuz I realized that my life wasn't worth losing cuz ONE woman who betrayed me... but being on the other end of a cheating spouse hurts like hell and can drive folks to kill... trust me... I'm not a hood type cat who grew up on corners or nothin'... but I was a hurt husband who owned a gun. I advise my fellow brothas not to deal with married women. Don't look at a man's stature and assume he won't do something should he find out. A heart hurt will resort to anything when broken. The puzzy aint worth losing your life. That's from both perspectives... from the boyfriend/husband aspect and the playas who love to deal with married sistahs.

Speechless

 

[LutherVanDrawlz]

Damn man... I'm glad you able to keep your head.... Did you confront your wife about the cheating after you founded out... how did the story end... how is your child?

Naw, never confronted her at all. She never came back home (while I was there) after she found out from dude that I called him. After about a week or so, she just sent her folks over to get her stuff. I was cool with it. I let em back the truck up and move her stuff to her moms crib. Hell, I found out in the end that her moms was the one who set everything up in the first place. She met dude at her mom's job. Her folks aint nevah like me. I wasn't hood enough for them. I didn't do ghetto shit like leave my kids at home starving, so I could go to the Essence Festival like her sisters did. So when money got short and she couldn't assist her family with their bills, they blamed me for going back to school. The fact was that we had enough income as a family, but she didn't have enough to support her deadbeat siblings and family members with their rent, bills, etc as she had done behind my back for years. So they told her I wasn't man enough and convinced her to get a side piece dude to give her money in exchange for the goods.

I never once said a word about the cheating. I didn't have to. Her dumb azz showed up for the divorce proceedings in family court with the dude beside her. No reason for me to discuss the matter any further with her, it would've only made me more angry. I just wanted to move on with life and leave the dumb shit behind.

Daughter is fine. 14 now and living with ex-wife in SC. I won't even go into how the state of MD and PG County screwed me in court on visitation rights and what not before they moved away. That's a whole notha thread my man.

 

[Mr.Still Fly]

Naw, never confronted her at all. She never came back home (while I was there) after she found out from dude that I called him. After about a week or so, she just sent her folks over to get her stuff. I was cool with it. I let em back the truck up and move her stuff to her moms crib. Hell, I found out in the end that her moms was the one who set everything up in the first place. She met dude at her mom's job. Her folks aint nevah like me. I wasn't hood enough for them. I didn't do ghetto shit like leave my kids at home starving, so I could go to the Essence Festival like her sisters did. So when money got short and she couldn't assist her family with their bills, they blamed me for going back to school. The fact was that we had enough income as a family, but she didn't have enough to support her deadbeat siblings and family members with their rent, bills, etc as she had done behind my back for years. So they told her I wasn't man enough and convinced her to get a side piece dude to give her money in exchange for the goods.

I never once said a word about the cheating. I didn't have to. Her dumb azz showed up for the divorce proceedings in family court with the dude beside her. No reason for me to discuss the matter any further with her, it would've only made me more angry. I just wanted to move on with life and leave the dumb shit behind.

Daughter is fine. 14 now and living with ex-wife in SC. I won't even go into how the state of MD and PG County screwed me in court on visitation rights and what not before they moved away. That's a whole notha thread my man.

Damn man... we at least you got your degree and move on with your life.... Karma is a bitch... and your ex has a date with her. @ the moms hooking them up.... at the dude going to court with her...

 

[big pimp]

long story, but gotta get it off my chest

I had been tellin' my wife at the time that I knew somethin' was goin on... but she insisted on being caught instead of being honest. She claimed that she was out bowling with co-workers twice a week, but it was too obvious cuz whenever we'd go bowling with friends her back would always hurt the next day. Whenever she'd go 'bowling' with co-workers she'd come home like she'd been at the damn spa, all refreshed. Anyway, I sat at home ere’ night for weeks knowing that she was doin’ something but I just couldn’t prove it. I looked at her and honestly asked her if there was something wrong and she lied. I promised her that I would file for divorce if I ever discovered infidelity. Then she had the nerve to try and say that I should pray about my insecurities. I then decided that enough was enough.

I installed a caller ID box in the basement on a phone jack... then each night when I got home I would compare the numbers called on the cordless phones in the bedroom and living room to the box in the basement that she didn't know about... of course I was quickly able to figure out which number she was deleting... instead of confronting her, I just called my connects at Cellular One and ran a trace on the number... had dudes name, address, DOB, SS# and ere'thing... I drove past his crib one night that she was supposedly 'working late' and her car was there in his driveway. The car I had bought for her. I was really boiling at that point. Little did they know that I was sitting there with my loaded 9mm in lap. I had already figured out what I was gonna do. I was gonna kill her. I didn't give a damn who caught it... but SHE was the main one who was gonna get it... if dude had been there to walk her outside or something, I woulda got him too, but he wasn't my target...

I called both my moms and pops separately and told them what I was about to do. I don't know why I called my parents, I guess it was the pain eating me up inside and out of respect for them, I wanted to let them know that I was at rock bottom and that I appreciated all their love and support since birth. Kind of like a "I know you've done all you can for me and this is not your fault" type of closing. Of course they pleaded with me to calm down, drive from the scene and not resort to the violent act I had promised. I then powered off my cell phone off and sat with my finger on the trigger. I remember the day like it was yesterday... July 26, 1999. I waited and waited and waited. I must've sat there for close to 3 hours but her and dude never emerged. There's no way they could've known I was there cuz I had borrowed my buddy's SUV and was sitting on a side street about 4 houses down from dude's house.

After contemplating my options and knowing full well that after gunning them both down, I'd either go to prison or be killed in a shootout with police while on the run, I decided against it and drove home. I think what hit me in the heart was knowing that our 2 kids would've be left without their parents. I kept seeing my 5 yr old daughter's face and hearing her say "Why did you do that to mommy?" It wouldn't have been fair for me to leave them alone in this world with in-laws or someone other than one of us caring for them. I think that was God looking down on me. Honestly, I had no conscience about shooting either one of them, had I seen them. Wouldn't ya know who came home 20 minutes after I got home. It was hard to look at her that night, but I sucked it up and showed no emotions at all in front of her and played it cool.

Imagine bustin' ya azz to provide for your family and then find out that your wife is runnin' around with another dude. Not just a one time deal, but an ongoing affair. We had been together for 7 years and her tryst with dude was at least a few months. All cuz I was in last semester at Howard U. tryna make the situation betta for my family (her + 2 kids). Her older son was not my biological, but I treated him as blood and as my own child. No, I wasn't bringing in the $$$ I had the previous 5 years working FT, but I was back at Howard tryna finish up my BA. Sad part is that she was the one who inspired me to go back to Howard and finish up my degree. Yeah, I was not home as I would've liked to have been... but I was in school FT, working PT and doing an internship. Wasn't like I was out partying. I actually talked to the guy she was having the relations with. I called him the very next day on his cell and said these exact words "So... you're f**king my wife?". He then responded... "Oh,, this must be (my govt name)". Talk about me being shook, the cat knew of me and my name. Dude and I talked for like 20 minutes. He said that she told him that she was divorced. Told him that she was still in the house for the sake of the kids and that we slept in separate bedrooms. It was a tense convo, but one that enlightened us both. He confirmed a lot of things that I had suspicions about, like 'business trips', 'late hours', new tires on her car and extra money she had received. That cat was straight up being played by her but dude straight up wanted to marry her. I couldn't help but laugh at that notion.

The single most important thing that I learned from my divorce (okay okay, I learned this in my Anger Management class when I was going through the divorce) was that you can only control yourself. You do not control what any other person does. If your wife/partner wants to walk outta the door what are you gonna do… physically stop them??? That works on occasions (temporarily), but in the long run someone will end up in jail and 90% of the time it’s the man. For the most part, you just have to use good ole common sense in making decisions on the type of person that you decide to be involved with. People sometimes snicker when I admit to going to Anger Management. But those classes every Monday for 6 mos, probably saved my life. Everyday, I re-considered my thoughts of killing her. Seriously. I needed a place to relax and let my thoughts go. In that class I was in the fellowship of other brothas who were going through similar circumstances and we kinda leaned on each other and became friends.

I never asked my ex-wife why. It didn't matter to me. She betrayed me. After giving her numerous chances to come clean, she refused. I honestly was prepared to try and work things out, even if she had admitted cheating. it woulda hurt, but I would've tried. Til this day, she never admitted to what she did. Wasn't an issue for me about why anyway. I believe in the sacredness of vows, but when one person refuses to admit their wrong, you can't move forward no matter how much you love them. In that case, you must go on with your life. I was criticized by the 'God fearing' members (grandparents, uncles aunts, etc) of my family who didn't believe in divorce, but I shook them off with one question. "Would you rather I sit in a corner, cry my eyes out and contemplate murder or suicide or do what's right for me, file divorce, move on with life and eventually find someone who'll not only love and respect me, but someone who deserves my love and respect?" Room kinda went silent after that.

Fortunately, I'm here to talk about it, which let's you that I wised up and drove from away from the house that night cuz I realized that my life wasn't worth losing cuz ONE woman who betrayed me... but being on the other end of a cheating spouse hurts like hell and can drive folks to kill... trust me... I'm not a hood type cat who grew up on corners or nothin'... but I was a hurt husband who owned a gun. I advise my fellow brothas not to deal with married women. Don't look at a man's stature and assume he won't do something should he find out. A heart hurt will resort to anything when broken. The puzzy aint worth losing your life. That's from both perspectives... from the boyfriend/husband aspect and the playas who love to deal with married sistahs.

Damm youre story almost like mine. but somewhat diffrent. but the dude xwife was cheating with thought he was a bad ass. make a long story short if i didnt leave that state i wouldnt be in my kids life or here to talk about it now.


*TRUE*

 

[big pimp]

Naw, never confronted her at all. She never came back home (while I was there) after she found out from dude that I called him. After about a week or so, she just sent her folks over to get her stuff. I was cool with it. I let em back the truck up and move her stuff to her moms crib. Hell, I found out in the end that her moms was the one who set everything up in the first place. She met dude at her mom's job. Her folks aint nevah like me. I wasn't hood enough for them. I didn't do ghetto shit like leave my kids at home starving, so I could go to the Essence Festival like her sisters did. So when money got short and she couldn't assist her family with their bills, they blamed me for going back to school. The fact was that we had enough income as a family, but she didn't have enough to support her deadbeat siblings and family members with their rent, bills, etc as she had done behind my back for years. So they told her I wasn't man enough and convinced her to get a side piece dude to give her money in exchange for the goods.

I never once said a word about the cheating. I didn't have to. Her dumb azz showed up for the divorce proceedings in family court with the dude beside her. No reason for me to discuss the matter any further with her, it would've only made me more angry. I just wanted to move on with life and leave the dumb shit behind.

Daughter is fine. 14 now and living with ex-wife in SC. I won't even go into how the state of MD and PG County screwed me in court on visitation rights and what not before they moved away. That's a whole notha thread my man.

Damm that's fuck up. speaking of visitation right i got screwed also. and paying a shit load of child support. keep youre head up.

 

[Rossini]

Damm youre story almost like mine. but somewhat diffrent. but the dude xwife was cheating with thought he was a bad ass. make a long story short if i didnt leave that state i wouldnt be in my kids life or here to talk about it now.


*TRUE*

How you let another HUMAN BEING run you out of your state, they woulda found that nigga in a ditch somewhere fuckin round wit me.

 

[destrehan]

yo nah i can't believe that evil bitch told you to pray about your insecurities, that shit got me straight heated just off reading it.


and she STILL won't admit it even though you talked to dude???????


WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[elchoccolatte]

Taking more notes...

 

[big pimp]

How you let another HUMAN BEING run you out of your state, they woulda found that nigga in a ditch somewhere fuckin round wit me.

and u be would be in jail for the rest of youre life grow up. i moved out of that state because i wanted to.

 

[Rossini]

and u be would be in jail for the rest of youre life grow up. i moved out of that state because i wanted to.

Nah nigga you moved out of state because you were scared of another MAN

 

[DaMack]

long story, but gotta get it off my chest

I had been tellin' my wife at the time that I knew somethin' was goin on... but she insisted on being caught instead of being honest. She claimed that she was out bowling with co-workers twice a week, but it was too obvious cuz whenever we'd go bowling with friends her back would always hurt the next day. Whenever she'd go 'bowling' with co-workers she'd come home like she'd been at the damn spa, all refreshed. Anyway, I sat at home ere’ night for weeks knowing that she was doin’ something but I just couldn’t prove it. I looked at her and honestly asked her if there was something wrong and she lied. I promised her that I would file for divorce if I ever discovered infidelity. Then she had the nerve to try and say that I should pray about my insecurities. I then decided that enough was enough.

I installed a caller ID box in the basement on a phone jack... then each night when I got home I would compare the numbers called on the cordless phones in the bedroom and living room to the box in the basement that she didn't know about... of course I was quickly able to figure out which number she was deleting... instead of confronting her, I just called my connects at Cellular One and ran a trace on the number... had dudes name, address, DOB, SS# and ere'thing... I drove past his crib one night that she was supposedly 'working late' and her car was there in his driveway. The car I had bought for her. I was really boiling at that point. Little did they know that I was sitting there with my loaded 9mm in lap. I had already figured out what I was gonna do. I was gonna kill her. I didn't give a damn who caught it... but SHE was the main one who was gonna get it... if dude had been there to walk her outside or something, I woulda got him too, but he wasn't my target...

I called both my moms and pops separately and told them what I was about to do. I don't know why I called my parents, I guess it was the pain eating me up inside and out of respect for them, I wanted to let them know that I was at rock bottom and that I appreciated all their love and support since birth. Kind of like a "I know you've done all you can for me and this is not your fault" type of closing. Of course they pleaded with me to calm down, drive from the scene and not resort to the violent act I had promised. I then powered off my cell phone off and sat with my finger on the trigger. I remember the day like it was yesterday... July 26, 1999. I waited and waited and waited. I must've sat there for close to 3 hours but her and dude never emerged. There's no way they could've known I was there cuz I had borrowed my buddy's SUV and was sitting on a side street about 4 houses down from dude's house.

After contemplating my options and knowing full well that after gunning them both down, I'd either go to prison or be killed in a shootout with police while on the run, I decided against it and drove home. I think what hit me in the heart was knowing that our 2 kids would've be left without their parents. I kept seeing my 5 yr old daughter's face and hearing her say "Why did you do that to mommy?" It wouldn't have been fair for me to leave them alone in this world with in-laws or someone other than one of us caring for them. I think that was God looking down on me. Honestly, I had no conscience about shooting either one of them, had I seen them. Wouldn't ya know who came home 20 minutes after I got home. It was hard to look at her that night, but I sucked it up and showed no emotions at all in front of her and played it cool.

Imagine bustin' ya azz to provide for your family and then find out that your wife is runnin' around with another dude. Not just a one time deal, but an ongoing affair. We had been together for 7 years and her tryst with dude was at least a few months. All cuz I was in last semester at Howard U. tryna make the situation betta for my family (her + 2 kids). Her older son was not my biological, but I treated him as blood and as my own child. No, I wasn't bringing in the $$$ I had the previous 5 years working FT, but I was back at Howard tryna finish up my BA. Sad part is that she was the one who inspired me to go back to Howard and finish up my degree. Yeah, I was not home as I would've liked to have been... but I was in school FT, working PT and doing an internship. Wasn't like I was out partying. I actually talked to the guy she was having the relations with. I called him the very next day on his cell and said these exact words "So... you're f**king my wife?". He then responded... "Oh,, this must be (my govt name)". Talk about me being shook, the cat knew of me and my name. Dude and I talked for like 20 minutes. He said that she told him that she was divorced. Told him that she was still in the house for the sake of the kids and that we slept in separate bedrooms. It was a tense convo, but one that enlightened us both. He confirmed a lot of things that I had suspicions about, like 'business trips', 'late hours', new tires on her car and extra money she had received. That cat was straight up being played by her but dude straight up wanted to marry her. I couldn't help but laugh at that notion.

The single most important thing that I learned from my divorce (okay okay, I learned this in my Anger Management class when I was going through the divorce) was that you can only control yourself. You do not control what any other person does. If your wife/partner wants to walk outta the door what are you gonna do… physically stop them??? That works on occasions (temporarily), but in the long run someone will end up in jail and 90% of the time it’s the man. For the most part, you just have to use good ole common sense in making decisions on the type of person that you decide to be involved with. People sometimes snicker when I admit to going to Anger Management. But those classes every Monday for 6 mos, probably saved my life. Everyday, I re-considered my thoughts of killing her. Seriously. I needed a place to relax and let my thoughts go. In that class I was in the fellowship of other brothas who were going through similar circumstances and we kinda leaned on each other and became friends.

I never asked my ex-wife why. It didn't matter to me. She betrayed me. After giving her numerous chances to come clean, she refused. I honestly was prepared to try and work things out, even if she had admitted cheating. it woulda hurt, but I would've tried. Til this day, she never admitted to what she did. Wasn't an issue for me about why anyway. I believe in the sacredness of vows, but when one person refuses to admit their wrong, you can't move forward no matter how much you love them. In that case, you must go on with your life. I was criticized by the 'God fearing' members (grandparents, uncles aunts, etc) of my family who didn't believe in divorce, but I shook them off with one question. "Would you rather I sit in a corner, cry my eyes out and contemplate murder or suicide or do what's right for me, file divorce, move on with life and eventually find someone who'll not only love and respect me, but someone who deserves my love and respect?" Room kinda went silent after that.

Fortunately, I'm here to talk about it, which let's you that I wised up and drove from away from the house that night cuz I realized that my life wasn't worth losing cuz ONE woman who betrayed me... but being on the other end of a cheating spouse hurts like hell and can drive folks to kill... trust me... I'm not a hood type cat who grew up on corners or nothin'... but I was a hurt husband who owned a gun. I advise my fellow brothas not to deal with married women. Don't look at a man's stature and assume he won't do something should he find out. A heart hurt will resort to anything when broken. The puzzy aint worth losing your life. That's from both perspectives... from the boyfriend/husband aspect and the playas who love to deal with married sistahs.

preach my brotha

 

[big pimp]

Nah nigga you moved out of state because you were scared of another MAN

GROW UP! INTERNET THUG.

 

[Rossini]

GROW UP! INTERNET THUG.

Dont got nothing to do with being a thug, I have pride and I will not let another man threaten my life and make me run away, I will pay somebody to take care of him or do it myself, its that simple.

 

[big pimp]

Dont got nothing to do with being a thug, I have pride and I will not let another man threaten my life and make me run away, I will pay somebody to take care of him or do it myself, its that simple.

u talking a lot of shit. i run from no man.and u will pay somebody to take care of shit for u stop watching to much tv.

 

[pimpslap]

Not busted in the act, but busted nonetheless. Me and wifey been together for a long time and I was responsible for our cell phone bills. I was going over her bill trying to figure out why she kept going over her minutes. I was planning on upping her rate plan until I kept seeing one number taking up a huge amount of minutes. I called her on it and she lied, not even thinking about me working at the same phone company at the time. I told her I'd pull the calls and they would show the whole conversations, and she still acted innocent. Came home from work with a stack of old work orders in a company mail envelope, and she confessed while crying(didn't even ask to see my proof). She told me she always felt like I was up to something, and this was payback. She also had found emails from our son's 3rd grade teacher that were semi-incriminating.

I know a lot of people here saying they had 2 and 3 chicks on the side, but I was just trifling. I was fucking with 2 at work on separate shifts, 1 in our apartment complex, ghetto assed escort services and them damn Asian massage parlors(happy ending included). I was also messing with them almost full service strip clubs, countless off the street jump offs while attempting to literally build a library of porn. Since you get what you put out there and karma being a bitch and all, I just charged it to the game. I couldn't even kick her out because of it plus we got a toddler that I'm really attached to. Even though I didn't really get busted, how could I fault her for doing the same thing I did but only 50 times worse than her. I think karma would get me again if I put her out. Wrong is wrong and fair is fair. 2 wrongs don't make a right,but do 3 wrongs make a left?(yeah that was stupid cuz we all know 3 rights make a left) Plus I learned from the old cats that it's cheaper to keep her. So now we just pretty much roommates that fuck, and having a live in maid is a plus. I might fuck off every now and then, but not like before. So until I'm ready to start romancing another woman and going through those motions that come with starting over, I'm cool. I don't trust women at all anymore, so I'm not even gonna waste my time starting over right now. I'm not on cloud 9, but I'm not miserable because we get along fine. Plus since she thinks she got 1 foot out the door, guess who gets treated like a king now

 

[gameboy]

long story, but gotta get it off my chest...

gotdaaamnnn!!!!!!,,, you tell a great story bra,,, i think everybody who read your reply felt like they were right there with you, ready to ride on that bitch (even though i would never react like that),,, that's how powerful your story is though,,, but i'm glad you didn't throw your life away over a hoodrat,,, you know that's what she was, right?,,, learn from that & don't make the same mistakes,,, stay up

 

[big pimp]

Dont got nothing to do with being a thug, I have pride and I will not let another man threaten my life and make me run away, I will pay somebody to take care of him or do it myself, its that simple.

YOU BE RUNING FORM WHITE PEOPLE.CASE CLOSED
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07-23-2008, 01:51 PM
Replies: 37
Cousin of Jena 6 defendant tasered to death in Louisiana
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Posted By killasmooth
Re: Cousin of Jena 6 defendant tasered to death in Louisiana

I seen this happen plenty of times in these lil country towns, only thing you can do is pack up an move, cant beat them crackas. I aint never running from no one. but i see them whiteys got u shook.