I promised myself that I was going to stop allowing men to play such a big part in my life. and understand that there’s nothing a man could do for me that I couldn’t do for myself. Literally. I told myself that I was over the fight, over him, yet I was always asking around how he was and if he had moved on. I got upset some days because I hadn’t heard from him. Continue reading “I Know My Worth (Part 15 Final)”
He strangled me and had me up against a wall right outside my front door. He then swung me around like a rag doll and I ended up on the floor. It all happened so fast. Continue reading “He Was No Longer The Guy I Fell In Love With (Part 14 Finale)”
I remember the day he came out, of prison like it was yesterday. A Wednesday morning. I wanted to meet him but couldn’t because he had already arranged for some friends to pick him up. He was released at around 10am and I didn’t hear a word from him until 11pm that night. Continue reading “He Put His Hands On Me (Part 13)”
I visited him every 2 weeks after the first visit. I made a lot of sacrifices at the time but I didn’t care, as long as I got to see Him. For some reason I was always so excited despite the long waits, finger print scanning and sniffer dogs. Continue reading “I Got Too Involved #RideOrDie (Part 12)”
Here I was, standing outside this building at about 9:00am surrounded by tall walls and humongous doors. I couldn’t believe where I was and what I had got myself into. I kept thinking what would my parents think about me visiting someone in prison. I was only a few meters away from some real dangerous people. I was so nervous I couldn’t believe I was about to do this.
Continue reading “My First Prison Visit (Part 11)”
I receive a message from my cousin asking if iv’e seen someones Snapchat. I then call her to ask what she was talking about because I couldn’t believe what she was telling me. I knew it. I just knew it. Leo had been locked up….and I just had this feeling that it was for something stupid.
Continue reading “He Went to prison (Part 10)”
From what I remember me and Leo didn’t speak for two days after that “Incident” I couldn’t eat and I could barely sleep. I wanted to tell Leo so bad but I didn’t know how. P.s I’m not good at holding things in, especially when its something that I’ve done wrong. So I called my sister and my best friend to get their opinion Of course they both said not to tell him but I had to say something one way or another.
Continue reading “I was forced to move on (Part 9)”