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"ma it's been a week since i told him, he hasn't even tried to say nun to me" i said to my mom.
"i told you his ass was no good for you since the start but you swore up and down he was the love of your life now look at you pregnant and dumbfounded at 20" she shook her head at me
"can you believe he told me to abort it" i said getting angry all over again
"girl you not aborting my grand baby nuh uh, i'll be dammed" she said stirring the pot
"what am i going to do ma, i can't be a single mother ian even live life yet bro" i replied with my voice slightly cracking
"i know you not gonna cry over no dead beat ass nigga. you gone have this baby and hustle just like i did with you and your brother. you don't need a man to help you do shit" she said sternly and i nodded. watching how my mom struggled with me and my brother, i always made a promise to myself that i had to make it in life. this whole pregnancy shit is a fucking set back from everything i had planned for myself and on top of that c3 not even tryna help.
"alright ma" i said but i was still uneasy cause one things for sure two things for certain my child was not finna live like i did, hungry and broke.
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"c3 so you don't give a fuck fr?" i yelled as i followed behind him down his hallway.
"stop yelling bit- mane you almost made me call you something" he said still walking away
"finish it nigga, you won't!" i continued yelling "i'm having this kid and you gone take care of it whether you like it or not cause i ain nut in myself nigga"
"aight Messiah, we gone see" he said going into his room closing the door behind him
"fuck you Cartier on my dead father bro!" I yelled. All i wanted was for him to care but he didn't. How tf i'm about to go through a pregnancy with no type of support system dawg. I sat on his couch and got on instagram
Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
i locked my phone after posting on my instagram story. ian even care what he had to say i was gone get my point across today.
"why is you posting my business onna net my nigga?" he yelled coming out his room
"oh well" i shrugged
"get the fuck out Messiah" he said calmly
"put me out Cartier"
"i'm not finna put my hands on no pregnant woman, just get the fuck out before i shoot yo stupid ass" he said stepping closer to me
"man fuck you! lose my number, socials, allat" i said flipping him off slamming his front door. i got into my car and started crying uncontrollably. "fuck man!" i yelled hitting the steering wheel. i looked down at my stomach and rubbed it
"mommy's going to make sure you're straight for life" i said rubbing my stomach letting my tears fall on it. "i promise okay?"
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