A WOMAN'S INTUITION

My last chic was so possessive that she wanted to look at my shit before I flushed the toilet. I guess she figured she could tell my activities for that day by what I ate. At first it didn't bother me much. I'm like what ever keeps her happy and content it's good by me, cuz baby was gorgeous as hell.

So one day she busts into the bathroom like she had just gotten some sort of vision and this would be the day she finally catches me. After kicking open the door and shoving me off my thrown, she examines the specimen still floating around. Then she looks up at me with a sign of rage that i had never detected in her before and asks "who's the Italian bitch you've been fuckin'"? I said "boo boo rest your head, me and your old man stopped at Olive Garden to celebrate the big deal we had just brokered". My explanation struck her to the point where her anger subsided to give way to embarrassment. (um bare ass meant!?!) She showered me with kisses and apologies. Me being as open as i was, of course i couldn't help but to forgive and accept all that she had to offer, though I knew this wouldn't be the last time i was subjected to this bipolar like behavior.

After a few more of those encounters, it's safe to conclude we had to end things. I just could no longer take the insecurity and accusations. I must give baby girl her props though, cuz she definitely knew her shit. Just ask my new girl Cicilia! lol