Bish who? Who am I? Who sentcha?

That was my response when someone knocked on my door (at my apartment) pretending to need my professional services a few days ago. See, I was contacted to do a massage and I couldn’t get to my office so I said you can come to my home. (I have done that a few times and she sounded genuine enough)

Yall, this person masqueraded as a potential client. Instead she was an imposter, dating my ex for ONE month, in town staying at his house.

Now, word on the street that he’s telling is that I’M crazy. Chile, I own every bit of my crazy. If I’m pushed to a certain point, I will go all crazy on yo arse! Now, he’s been dating this monkey look alike for ONE month and she’s already doing pop ups? Somebody better save him! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

You know, if I was crazy, I would have spit the biggest spit anyone has ever done. Instead, she came for information. I gave her information.

She asked where was my 3 carat ring he bought me. She asked what happened to the car he bought me. She asked where was the couch I took. Bish, what are you smoking? Β She asked what I did with the $4,000 he gave me to move (because THAT’S why he’s broke). She said he says I tried to stab him…… Ok…ok…. Let’s take a break here. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Ok, I’m like 3c ring, who me? He bought my car? $4k? Yall cut it out! Nowwww, I DID grab those scissors that one dark day on October. BUT, I’m more afraid of jail than I was mad at him. I told you, I’m very aware of my crazy.

Now, let me remind you. We broke up for good in October 2015. This new monkey is already doing pop ups at my house. She lucky those scissors were in the drawer this time and extremely lucky part of my therapy doesn’t include stabbing random hoes that fly from Louisianna to a man who she thinks can give her and her THREE kids a better life. Bish where?

Now let me back up a bit….and over several of my blogs I will eventually tell you more than I mean to. Hell, maybe you can learn from my mistakes.

Look, let me back up for real. My recent relationship lasted three long years. I moved everything I had from NC to MD and made his empty house a home. I ran that house like my grandma Helen did. I cooked and cleaned every day. I made coffee and breakfast for him on his way out the door and gave him his lunch bag in the other hand. I also worked and tried to build a business.

I sat patiently for him to come home while he entertained every Samantha, Ramona, and Monique that would entertain his ego. I sat patiently when money for bills went to purchase full tables at Brotherhood events. I sat patiently when bill money was spent buying Brotherhood tickets that should have been sold. I sat patiently when I purchased a new car and we got together a savings plan and one month later he came home with a new SUV (because it kept up his image). I sat patient because I forgot who I was……..