Being with a thug is just as risky as being with a serial killer, when Messiah gets mad, I don't know if he's gonna hit me, cuss me, fuss me, or leave and go to some hoe for comfort. Keeping him with me is a harder situation everyday. I love him, I do, but being with a thug is great also, he buys me any and everything, I have designer bags, clothes, jewelry, the whole nine, I don't mind, but wearing dirty money products will put you in a strange predicament, but I wear it, carry it, and smell like it almost everyday.
I doubt him when he comes home late, but the arguments turn into kissing, and the kissing turns into sex. I can say that sometimes I act up, just to get attention from him, because hes so committed to the money sometimes I feel like I'm competing against it, a ring? Naw I'm not getting that no time soon, but I know I love him and I'm not leaving no time soon, so I suck it up and live with it. I wanna prove to him I'm that ride or die chick, but in the world he's...