Don't you put yo feet on my coffee table!
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MY LASHES ARE REAL
by Lynette Rochelle
OVAH WEIGHT LOVAH
A Cheerful Heart Is Good Medicine, But A Crushed Spirit Dries Up The Bones."
Proverbs 17:22
I partied all the time. Day in and day out. I was living for the weekend. One day me and these chicks were cruising.
Just chillin like we did. We pull up on a group of guys. They holla. Not at me, but at the chicks that were riding with me.
I was driving my good for nothing husbands pride and joy. A silver Conquest TSI Turbo Charge. He actually loved his car
( yea I'mma say it), more than he loved me.
We all rode back to myplace. Housing that his BHA paid for. The guys followed. We had a good time that night.
We laughed all night.One of the guys was a Comedian. He kept us bent over in laughter. We listened to some good music,
Adina Howard's, Tshirt and Panties,' Monica, 'Baby That's Why I Love You So Much,' and Jodeci, 'Freek'N You.'
Even with all the alcohol and smoking, the night ends innocently.
The next day I got a phone call. One of the chicks had given one of those guys my phone number. I was her point of
contact. I wonder why she did that. “Hello”, “Hello, may I speak to such and such?” “Uhm this isn’t her number, who is this?”
He told me who he was. We talked for quite a while. I found myself enjoying the conversation, a lot, guilt free, or should
I say I was enjoying the foreplay. He was telling me what would happen after he turned me out. He whispered in my ears
all the things that he would do to me.
My loser of a husband was forefront on my mind and I despised him. Payback is a real mutha foya. F-that trick...
