Chapter 113
listened to your humbleness, there was no way that I’d picture somebody who looks like you.
Women who look like you just don’t say shit like that.
You never talk about money or none of that shit.
Meanwhile, a lot of girls use their beauty as a tool.
They fuck with whoever can take care of them.
The nigga knows that she’s only there because of what he can provide.
So, he cheats. Then either she cheats too, or she leaves, getting with another nigga doing the same shit.
But either way, they aint fucking with no broke niggas. ”
She smirked. “I think I get what you’re saying.
But I never really could identify with girls who fucked for survival.
They always dress it up as finessing, but it aint that if you’re fucking somebody that you really don’t like.
That’s basically selling it. And I aint just talking about the pussy.
Besides…you must haven’t seen my mama. I look just like her, and she still looks young.
She got with my daddy when she was in high school, and had my brother when she was sixteen.
By the time they had me, my daddy was a big dope man.
He moved us out of the hood, and everybody considered us rich.
But my mama was miserable, because…my daddy was simple, as far as in looks.
And no matter how much my mama tried to reassure him, he never accepted that she just wanted him.
So, there was a lot of fights. My mama couldn’t go nowhere.
Couldn’t do nothing. So, for as long as I could remember, she’d always tell me that being pretty wasn’t enough.
Being pretty could also be a curse if you chose the wrong man.
Because he could punish you for the attention you naturally get.
He’d fight you because of his insecurities.
Keep you in the house. Be financially abusive.
And that’s why my mama wasn’t even tripping when the Feds swooped in, and took my daddy to jail.
They took the house, and any cars attached to his name.
All my mama had left was clothes, bags, and her two cars.
We moved back with our granny, and weirdly, I’d never seen my mama happier. She broke up with my daddy, and moved into