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That shit was dead, and I was no longer going to take any of her shit. I would cut her off before I let her make me feel guilty about living my life the way I wanted to.
Before going to sleep, Amerrah told me that since we were taking this step, I needed to not play with her and treat her as if God handed her to me himself.
“Well excuse me, bitch. You sound like this isn’t what you want. How does Easton feel?” she rattled off question after question. “I’m sorry, girl. I didn’t mean to snap at you, but a bitch not feeling this shit at all. I haven’t told Easton yet because I’m honestly not sure what I want to do just yet,” I explained. “Oh, I understand now. Don’t worry, though, I won’t say anything until you say I can,” she softly responded.
“What the fuck just happened?!” I shouted as I sat on my back porch with my parents and Axel. Ain’t no way my girl just stormed out of my party off the word of a bitch I ain’t fucked with in years. “Calm down, son,” my mama suggested. “Everything is going to be ok,” she tried to explain. “No, it’s not, Ma. Amerrah took off and isn’t answering the damn phone,” I snapped. “Now hold the fuck up, little nigga. You better lower your got damn voice, talking to my wife like that,” my pops stepped in.
