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Hi All,
It's been awhile since I posted in the Berry. I stay low in the War Room. Anyways, It's time for a post-divorce update.
As the months have gone by, I realized my ex-wife was definitely either A) repeatedly fucking a dude with long hair towards the end of our marriage, or B) had fucked a dude with long hair and then decided that that was what would seal our fate.
This could drive a man crazy, make him sad, or cause him to consume hard liquor. None have been the outcome in my case.
The past three months have been surreal as fuck. I moved up to a place in the ghetto where everyone just sits in their cars and smokes weed and listens to rap. I walk with my chest out. Part of me wants to get in a knife fight.
Be that as it may, I've done nothing but be free.
Last night was a trip:
I went to this random girls apartment. We hit it off. We drank wine and talked politics/philosophy for about three hours.
Then we fucked.
Then I left all sweaty and high off of the accomplishment.
Then I realized my car was towed....and that I was 20 miles from my pad.
Homegirl woke up and drove me to a broke ass towing place and it was tight cause we were still hitting it off.
Stay strong, homies. You can persist when times are hard.
It's been awhile since I posted in the Berry. I stay low in the War Room. Anyways, It's time for a post-divorce update.
As the months have gone by, I realized my ex-wife was definitely either A) repeatedly fucking a dude with long hair towards the end of our marriage, or B) had fucked a dude with long hair and then decided that that was what would seal our fate.
This could drive a man crazy, make him sad, or cause him to consume hard liquor. None have been the outcome in my case.
The past three months have been surreal as fuck. I moved up to a place in the ghetto where everyone just sits in their cars and smokes weed and listens to rap. I walk with my chest out. Part of me wants to get in a knife fight.
Be that as it may, I've done nothing but be free.
Last night was a trip:
I went to this random girls apartment. We hit it off. We drank wine and talked politics/philosophy for about three hours.
Then we fucked.
Then I left all sweaty and high off of the accomplishment.
Then I realized my car was towed....and that I was 20 miles from my pad.
Homegirl woke up and drove me to a broke ass towing place and it was tight cause we were still hitting it off.
Stay strong, homies. You can persist when times are hard.
