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As I’ve become older, I realized that it was the ultimate disrespect to challenge him. A man who was so complex and caring. He had his own way, but I knew he loved and cared about me. Putting my hands up to harm him was disrespect in his eyes, and though we have worked past it, I knew it was something that was still in the back of his head, because it was in mine.
I was excited, and then nervous for my brother. This was a different role that he was stepping into, and I remembered how we were raised. He didn’t sit me down and kiss my wounds when life kicked me down. His response was to get the fuck up and show them what we were about. Then again, he was different with his wife and hopefully would be with his child.
“So, basically fuck me, my wife, and our baby?” I heard my brother’s voice behind me and saw him walking down toward us.
oh my god menace please 😂😭😭
Stevie remained standing, and he walked over toward her, kissing her on the lips a few times before his hand went to her stomach. His hand roamed her stomach as he closed his eyes, and she smiled up at him. She was his comfort.
i miss stevie and menace sooo bad
Menace didn’t rub his hands nearly as much whenever Stevie was around. In a room filled with people, he would always find her. Watching her like a hawk, because she was his everything. My brother didn’t give a fuck about much, and I had witnessed that my entire life, but with her. It was different.
that’s what love looks like baby
Kora looked at our brother. “Maverick, I am pretty sure there are laws against that. You cannot hold this woman hostage because your wife needs to touch some grass every once in a while.” “Can’t smoke weed, Kora… I am pregnant,” Stevie shot back, and I walked away because I couldn’t stop laughing.
LMAOOOO OMG BABY THAT WASN’T WHAT KORA MEANT ! everyday i’m reminded why stevie and menace are made for each other
In reality, she had seen a ghost and didn’t realize the honor she had been granted. Not too many people could ever say they met Menace the right way and were welcomed into his home.
She was fucking engaged on the low and didn’t know how to tell me the truth, so she continued to string me along, hoping that eventually I would be the one that stepped away, so she didn’t have to.
yeah she’s foul for that
“Did Greene tell you or did you go home to your huge mansion and google little ol’ me?” she teased. “Don’t live in a big ass mansion but did go home to my penthouse and googled you though. Is that a problem for you?”
“I’ve been in bed for three days and Greene came and dragged me out. Shit been weird with us, but he claimed that I’ve been different since he been back. How he didn’t sign up for me to be hopping in and out random nigga’s cars.”
oh please! not him putting blame
The shit pissed me off because she had tears sliding down her face and was hurt behind him. Meanwhile, he probably had mad bitches in his phone ready to suck his dick because he was now single and heading to the NBA.
exactly he’s not slick with his trifling ass
“How old are you?” “Turning twenty-five in a few weeks.” She side-eyed me. “When is your birthday?” “June fifteenth.” Navy nearly launched herself through the closed roof when I told her my birthday. “I’m June seventeenth… are you being serious?” “I am.”
omg it’s destiny 😭😭😭
I swiped up on her kindle and she tried to grab it from me. “Nah, don’t be shy now… what you be reading about?” “Fucking,” she blurted.
OH DAMN SKSJSKSJSJS NO SHAME CAUSE SAME BOO
“You like to read spicy books, too?” I looked up from the book she happened to be reading. “Nah, I like to do the spicy shit that you be reading about in books.”
stooooop!
“Landon,” I corrected her. Her small hand slipped into mine. “Landon,” she corrected, doing that voice and fluttering her eyelashes. Navy Bleu was trouble.
ooooo i’m loving them already
One of my favorite movies was My Big Fat Greek Wedding. It was a movie that no matter how many times it came on, I could rewatch it every time. Mostly because it reminded me of my own crazy family.
i loved that movie growing up too
The one difference was that instead of Greek, we were one big Guyanese family.
west indian representation 🙂↕️🙂↕️
When my grandparents came from Guyana to Brooklyn, New York, they knew they wanted to give their children what they didn’t have back in Guyana. My mother, aunt, and both my uncles all graduated from college and settled into their city jobs.
Since I had been a child, I had been reminded that once you got a city job, you kept it until the day that you died. A city job in New York City was like hitting the jackpot, and not too many fumbled that when they got it. They stayed in those positions until they retired or died.
my parents >>>
Me and Antwan had planned on going away to the same college and worked hard to get in. It had always been our plan to go away to college so he could play ball, and then eventually become drafted, and I would follow him wherever he was drafted to.
I didn’t want to chase a man around while he followed his dreams. It was very much one sided when it came to Antwan and our dreams. My dreams never mattered because the goal was for him to play for the pros.
well i’m glad she didn’t go through with that plan cause i know she would’ve been miserable
This had been our dream, more his dream than mine, but I was rocking with it because I didn’t want to break up with him. He was my first real boyfriend, and we had done everything together for the first time.
first love since childhood? no winner babygirl was heartbroken
I’ve spent years watching different content creators and could never relate to any of them. Some days I wanted to go all out in pink and be all princess like. Then there was other days when I wanted to toss on the baggiest sweatpants, timbs, and an oversized hoodie to accomplish the day.
I could have a million people telling me they love my content and what I bring to the content creating world, but one person could say I was overrated, and I was harping on that one person.
we’re our worst critic
“Mommy!” I hollered as I walked through the door, knowing she was home because I could smell the curry in the air. The smell of the curry cooking in the bottom of the worn metal pot that had housed many meals of rice and peas was the best thing in the entire world.
i swear i’m not saying this because i’m trinidadian but west indian food is the best cuisine out there!
Avril Perkins knew me better than I knew myself, and she would catch me in a lie before I could get it to form.
Since fourth grade, when he pulled my hair and then pushed me, I had loved that boy. Our families knew each other, and every labor day, you can count on his grandmother to sit right with mine on the parkway while we celebrated.
it’s always the ones that picked on us growing up that ends up being our boyfriend like make it make sense
It was one thing for me to end things because I knew we were growing apart, but for him to end things because I got out of Landon’s car, hurt because he knew me.
thats that insecure shit. he could’ve asked who he was instead of acting our impulsively.
She pulled me back as she stared into my eyes. “Navy, we loved Antwan because he grew up with you kids. That doesn’t mean we loved him more than you. I only want my child happy, and I can tell you both weren’t happy anymore.”
i’m so glad she said this
Any chance that I got, I loved to spoiled my parents. Both Avril and Rohan worked very hard their entire lives to raise me. Both of them still worked. My father worked as an MTA train conductor and had no plans on retiring. My dream was to retire them both.
she’s such a great daughter 🥹
In my grandparent’s eyes, we were still babies and shouldn’t have to help with that kind of stuff. I wanted my family comfortable, and it was the reason I set my camera up and recorded, even on the days that I didn’t feel like it.
Her eyes were silently asking if I had broken the news to my mother. “Yes, she knows.” Greene blew out a sigh of relief. “Good. Antwan’s loss… Don’s gain.”
KSJSKSSJSJKS greene’s team don yes! i love her 🤏🏽🤏🏽
“Antwan didn’t support that you didn’t want kids and wanted to tie your tubes… while I don’t understand it, I respect your decision to do what makes you happy. Make sure you go into anything new telling them. When expectations are set, there is never any room for miscommunication.”
oh wow she’s really set on not having kids. props to her
Being associated with Navy Bleu meant they were conscious, deep and real. They wanted everyone to look at them as that, and not the air heads that shopped all the time and were too scared to speak out on the happenings of the world.
oh she’s that GIRL PERIOD!
Brands that aligned with me would support my need to speak on things happening in this country. I was never afraid to lose a brand because I would rather lose the brand than sell my soul for money. My family raised me to stand for things that I believe in, and that has been what I’ve done and will continued to do so.
She looked over at me. “Which brings me to how are you even here and being so calm while Antwan was with Mila Rose over the weekend?” I had saw everybody talking about Antwan and Mila Rose, another influencer, at some white party in Miami. He was holding her hand as they walked to the Maserati that I’m sure his management team had provided for him.
oh fuck him! see i knew he couldn’t wait to show off with a new girl meaning he always planned on leaving her and using navy getting out of don’s car was an excuse to leave without feeling guilty 🙄
Mila Rose was the kind influencer who got her influence from other people. She stole content and her niche was always changing. At one point, she was heavily into her journey with God, and then when that started making her lose followers, she switched it to this luxury content. Days in the life, and shopping hauls, which was London’s kind of content. At one point, she started to steal my music history series.
she’s a fucking leech for other peoples content—it’s so sad cause this truly happens within the content creating community. their content would be stolen and liked more because of aesthetics
“Yum, this is so good… what is it?” “Beans told me this is his secret drink… it’s good, but packs a punch, too.” I smiled while teasing her. “Beannnssss.”
greene and beans 🥹🥹🥹🥹
He wasn’t a cornball because he had a regular job either. Shawn was responsible with his money and owned a home, car, and he helped his parents out, too. On paper, he checked all the boxes of a good man.
they always are
She went from working to having Shawn taking care of her. With him controlling the finances, the control was stricter, and I felt like I never saw my cousin anymore. Sunday dinners weren’t the same because she hardly showed up to them. Greene never said he put his hands on her, and she swore the time that he did it was the first and last time.
oh god he sounded like trouble—i’m glad grebe is out of that relationship now and we can focus on beanie weenie ☺️
“He put his fucking hands on me… punched the shit out of me!” she screamed so loud that I had to remove the phone from my ear. “Where are you?” “I’m in the house… he left after I beat the shit out of him with Nana’s pot, she let me borrow!” she continued to yell.
uhh huhh i’m glad she put them dukes up!
In high school, I didn’t make the track team because I was too slow. The track teacher would have been happy to see the way I bolted across the many lanes on Eastern Parkway and shot down the blocks while on the phone with my mother.
My uncle hopped out his car and went right for Shawn. He beat the shit out of that man in front of his own home, while me and my aunt jumped his sister. We beat both they asses in front of his house while Greene stood on the porch watching.
ohhh yeah a family affair! a family that fights together stay together. you know west indian families don’t play that shit
It was that damn Maliek Dubrow that had me inspired, and this was the perfect time to lay everything that was on my heart out. My heart was hurting because a relationship ended that I never thought would.
nothing like pained experiences to make great music
Things shifted when he realized the life he wanted would never be. I wouldn’t be pregnant and having all his children. There was no way in hell I would be his wife, raising children while he could still follow his dreams. Being honest, I allowed too many I’m gonna trap you jokes slide. After the first one, I should have been done and moved on, knowing I couldn’t give him what he desired. Antwan wanted a big family like his parents had, and that wasn’t what I wanted.
“We making diss tracks for niggas now!” Greene’s ass jumped up out the chair with her spliff in her hand. I laughed. “Nah, we healing and moving on… letting the best kind of love find us,” I spoke from the booth. “Press the green button, please.”
navy better get into her music bag!!!
The beat she sang to was a sample of DeBarge “Love Me In A Special Way,” and she was hitting every note. Her brows furrowed as she sang the words. This was therapy for her from the way she held onto every note, balling her fist up without opening her eyes.
oh i know she’s singing down!
Beans grabbed my face in his hand and looked down at me. “How you doing today, Greene Bean?”
green beans 🥲 thats sooo fucking cute
I looked over and Don was watching her every move. His hands were still as he continued to take in everything that she said or did. His eyes told me something different. I saw something different in his eyes as he watched Navy.
he’s hooked line and sinker
Since working with the Caselli family, I noticed that about them. They weren’t the most affectionate family, and it made me sad. I lived for a kiss on the head from my uncles, or a warm hug from my aunt and grandparents. They each kind of existed and came together whenever it was needed.
