If I wanted to get ahead of my problems, I needed to stop being scary. Opening my purse, his name stuck out on the front of the card which was great because I had forgot it. My brain was saying the white man, but I knew I couldn’t call or text him and say that. It’s rude as hell. Dialing the number, it rung twice before he answered with a cheery voice. “Good morning sweet thang.”
She just pïssed me all the way off because like whyyyyyy not tell her family or her man what’s going on instead of acting like a whörë!
