Urban Insider Magazine

In a place I have never felt was home, I found happiness, I found beauty, and I found joy in the form of him. That was until someone decided I was much too happy, and took my whole little world right from under me. I hate when you tell someone your story and they trivialize into whatever the fuck they think compares to it because that shit for me goes into one ear and out the other. My life hasn't been great, but it was never god awful for me either it was just some things I guess I would've changed before they got to the point of no return. Before I met him I was focused, yes I wanted to be with someone of my choice, hell I wanted it for years, but I kept being sent niggas who were just for the moment, and you could tell because it was some attachment to them, but I never saw myself with any of them long-term. I guess I'm going to have to go all the way back to the beginning, before him I have only had the feeling I'm having now once, and that was when I was 18 ...

I've had my time to wallow, to cry, to feel self-pity, to reach out constantly, and the yesterday it hit me, this nigga is treating me like I'm his fan, I was reading through some of our old texts where his number is saved in my old phone trying to figure out how it got to this point, I don't deserve that I have never treated him like he was less than myself. Although I pointed out all the sources of communication in my previous article, you are not going to subject me to reaching out to you via any social media source like you've never been in my home. I'm from the south and I'm big on manners, but even bigger on personal connections he knows this, as he has pointed it out himself, I allowed him to use text messages as our form of communication although it's not always my preferred method of contact, once again that respect factor comes in if you allow someone to treat you as though you are nothing, then that is what you will beco...