A Menace Stole My Heart 💙

Cherry

Trey seems to be the only nigga I allow to disrespect me. All of the niggas I have been with didn't treat me like him. I gave that nigga my whole heart and yet that still wasn't enough for him. Despite it all, the love I have for him is eternal. I can't get pass his deep mocha skin, bushy eyebrows, and soft eatable lips. Sometimes I want to knock his motherfucking head off then moments later I just want the nigga to give me some damn head. There I go again, forgetting all the shit he has done within the last twenty-four hours.

His stupid ass didn't come home last night. He picked a fight with me and left. That was the last thing I heard from him. I'm no longer in the place where I'm sitting around waiting for him to call or come home. He'll see me when he sees me. I'm in the phase of, nigga you do it so I can do it too.

No nigga is perfect but I hold him to a high standard. That is where I get my feelings hurt. I'm not the only woman who holds her man up high because I have confidence and faith in him. He's just not the same Trey he used to be so I'm slowly lowering his standard. In my eyes, he's strategic and very intelligent sometimes. I've never seen a nigga play him before but he also didn't keep me around his street dealings. Ever since he started making a lot of money bitches started to notice him more and he didn't know how to act. He couldn't handle peer pressure. If all of his homies had bitches while their women were at home this nigga would have two bitches just to be wild. He played games with me like he wouldn't lose me.

Our relationship used to be so good. There weren't any infidelity on his part and he used to keep me happy. It's unbelievable to say we didn't used to argue. We spent too much time enjoying ourselves that we didn't have the time to argue. We had disagreements here and there but that's why I fell in love with him because he used to be the man in my eyes. He would make sure we were back on the same page the minute I had a problem. I used to also trust him.

In the last year, everything I loved about him disappeared. Now days I don't even know who this nigga is anymore. He comes in early hours of the morning with no excuses or not even a sorry. It's a known fact that's he's cheating on me. I hear bitches here and there saying shit. I just haven't been able to catch his ass so he denies it all the time. He believes he could do what he wants as long as he keeps money in my pockets. Then when arguments get too bad he buys me expensive gifts thinking it'll cool me down. I don't give a fuck about his gifts I just want him to do right by me. I would prefer to not look stupid in the streets.

We had a plan to be together forever. By twenty-five we were supposed to be trying to have our first baby. My birthday is in a week a baby by this nigga is the furthest thing from my mind. If I was to take a pregnancy test right now and it's positive I would really get an abortion without telling him. That's how bad things are between us.

He has yet to mention my birthday and I don't even want to waste my time wondering when he will or what he's going to do. In the past, we would take trips to all of the exotic countries and have an amazing time. My last two recent birthdays he gave me a Chanel bag and some flowers. He started to do less and less, which in my eyes there was someone else there. I'm going to do my own thing this year with Ashanti.

My best friend, Ashanti, is the girlfriend of one Trey's best friends. That nigga isn't shit too. He does the same shit Trey does but they cover for each other, which they think is funny. Shanti is a good girl but he turned her heart cold. She had just gotten with Trouble right after Trey and I hooked up. Being the girlfriends of these known niggas come with a whole lot of jealousy but Shanti isn't like that. She's one of the realest and I haven't met one like her yet. We both want to escape from Trey and Trouble's cheating lying asses. They don't deserve the good women we are to them. I haven't talked to her since yesterday morning, so I called.

"Hey, bitch!" Shanti answered.

"Wassup, hoe?"

"Ain't nobody a hoe but Trouble's bitch ass."