BILLS". Thug love is still alive. I want him to get out. He's so good at so many other things. He's so intelligent. His father was killed doing the same. We have three children. I am the only person he REALLY trusts. We are just like any other family. We have a home. Our children go to school. We celebrate Thanksgiving with our family. I've even started going to church. He LOVES us so much. THIS is the only world I know. If the money was gone, I'd still be with him. He says I'm lying. I know HE'S in the game. I just didn't realize how much I'M playing too.
We grew up in the same neighborhood. In the late 80's, everybody was dealing. Hustlers were like government workers. They were everywhere. He was so confident. I don't know if it was the lifestyle or just him. I loved GUCCI and GOLD. I eventually fell en love with him. We had been together forever. There were moments of separation. When he got locked up, I dated other men. Once he got home, we were right back together. I always say its OVER. It NEVER really is. He was scheduled to be released. His homecoming was always bitter sweet. I would miss him desperately, but I'd always move on. The man that I had been seeing, knew about him. I was torn. His letters and words say the same, "things are going to be different baby, I'm out the game for good". I want to believe him. I'm almost 40 years old. I can't keep living this way. He was back home. The children loved having their father back. I want my FAMILY. He seemed different. He got a job doing security at a club. There were no late night RUNS. No odd calls with cryptic messages. He even started going to church with me. Maybe this time he was really out. After more than a decade, I finally felt safe. The feeling didn't last long. I was heading home to pick up my son, when I received a call. When I heard the woman say, "you need to get here immediately" I knew. I didn't know half the people at his funeral. I wondered if the person who killed him was there. I said to myself "they have blood on THEIR hands". When I was leaving the funeral home, a young lady stopped me. She asked me where did I get my Gucci bag from. I started crying and became hysterical. I threw the purse at her and said take it. My sister grabbed me and asked what was wrong. I told her the purse was old and damaged. I didn't want it anymore. No one else said anything. I guess I was the only one who could see the BLOOD.
Still Single
You will see a young woman who only cares about the bling and will see your reflection in her face. Tell her your story. You will recognize young men on the verge of getting into the game because times are hard. Tell them your story. Continue to raise your children with good values and maybe even share with a child who seems lost. You may not know it, but your story will be remembered and could save a life. Your lover's death will not be in vain.
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