ABOUT A NARC VOL 1
CHAPTER 4
Dear Victim,
Remember when we were out with my boy and his girl at the restaurant? They took a picture of us together. I was glowing. I was feeling good as shit. I had you. You did everything, and you were in love with me. I was trying to run game on you. You just had what I needed, and I did what I had to do to get it, but Iike I told you before, this shit gets tired. I get tired of going online and trying to talk to a whole bunch of bitches to try and make me feel good. I do like the admiration I get from them. I can’t explain the rush I got from talking to all those women; telling me I look good; sending me pictures of their pussy. That’s all good right there. The rush that you gave me, though, was much more than any of those others. I really would have liked to just sat back and took it all in, but I didn’t. I did chores around the house right? I mopped the floors in the kitchen, bathroom, and dining room. I took the trash out, too. I did my share. In exchange, I had a roof over my head in a clean house. You cooked me breakfast, and dinner. I even gave you money to help pay the bills in the house. Why? You was wifey material. You were the one that was gonna make me feel that feeling all the time. Then it all stopped. One night it all came to an end.
We were watching a movie. It was about this woman who got with this dude. She was sweet, nice, and did what this man wanted. They got married, and then he started to see different things in her. She started getting reckless. She was having unprotected sex with different dudes in the alleys. She demanded that her name be put on the bank accounts and the deed to their house. You said that she was crazy; that she only married him for his money and what he could give her; that she never loved him. Well that wasn’t how I saw it. I saw it as she was trying to make herself secure. He was her husband; she was entitled for him to take care of her. At the end of the movie, she conspired with her new lover to kill him and get all of his money. She got caught and went to jail. You were actually cheering for that shit. I wasn’t. She was trying to make a life for herself, and we got into an argument. The thing I didn’t like the most is that you didn’t agree with me. You were supposed to see it my way, but you didn’t. I don’t like when people disagree with me. I know when I’m right, and I was right about this one, too. You didn’t see that the woman was just trying to take care of herself. He was making her feel good and then he didn’t when he found about her other lover. It wasn’t nothing wrong with her doing what she did, but you had a problem with it. What if I did that? How would you feel then after everything I did for you? Nah you was gonna pay for that. I started thinking of ways I was gonna get back at you, but I had to wait. I had to bide my time. I had to wait until after we got married. Once we got hitched, I knew I had you, then I was gonna get you.
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