The sex was ruff and I can't get it out of my head. The visions of him and how he makes me feel. Then I have to go back to thinking bout how got damn slick his ass thought he cud b not even 10 mins befor we made it to the bed. 
I don't know why he actually thought that I wud jus forget, and then b ok. No dick is that good. 
His phone rang. He figured out that it is sonmuch easier to jus answer and try to play it off rather than to let keep ringing. 
He goes in the bathroom and acts like he gotta take a shit. So I start talking loud through the bathroom door. I can jus picture his ass on the other side of door thinking he is getting away with something. Being that he is not far from 40 I kno he got a few tricks under his belt. Women don't see stuff cause they jus dont want to. We as women are blessed with a far better sense of knowing. 
Intuition 
He answers my questions, and I continue to be loud. Why? I know I shouldn't have to go through this. I had been telling him he needs to find a place of his own. Not be with another woman but on His own. Mayb then we get along better. I wud like a key to His place. I like nothing more than a man that doesn't need me for no more than jus Me. Its annoying sometimes coaching him to get his own things together I jus wonder why his ex grlfren didnt c it that way either. 
Back to what's going on. This is funny he actually hangs up asks me did I find his bracelet yet. Delighted I have a motive rather than jus senseless talkin, and following him around. 
I go back to my room as if nothing happened, and continue to look for his bracelet or pretend to. 
This nigga phone ring and he tells her "hold on bae". I come out the room and ask if he's talkin to me and asks him to repeat himself. His phone is gone. I kno he had his phone my ass ain't crazy. Why this nigga turn around and I c it in his back pocket. So naturally I start talkin loud callin him baby and all that. This nigga keeps walkin toward the porch like he bout to smoke a cigarette. 
 Wait till he closes the door, and gives him a cupl more minutes to pull his fuckin phone back out. He does. I open the door and start blasting him. He got this dumb ass look on his face like he don't kno what the hell to say. I scream and ask him why the hell is he sneakin to talk on the phone. That dumb ass look still glued to his face jus burned me. He tries then to claim he isn't sneakin onthe phone and that I need to chill out blah blah blah. He is always kickin that. Tryin to flip it every chance he gets. 
The nigga pulls a Keven Hart on me, u kno the part of the joke where his grl catches him in the car wit somebody and he flips it, screams loud that she ways leaves the microwave on hi and walks off. He goes to the car. I go bak in the house and go through the other the door, and meet him at the car. He hangs up the phone quick wen i pull open the car door screaming. Yea I kno that is jus too much. Don't u hate wen u don't have hard freaking evidence? I kno shit ain't right. Y he so dumb gonna tell me wen I tell him I kno what he up to. U can imagine the usual cuss out. "u on the phone wit a bitch! I kno it's a bitch cuz....". Yea too much then he half confesses. As if I really gonna stick to buying that. Y am I still here though? Accepting wat he sed rather I belive it or not, I guess says something about me. Y do I continue to deal? The sex is great but not that great. 
Sometimes I think its cuz of all my baggage. There r a few things that I am not redy to let go of yet. Not until i c if He my husband can come home from prison and do the right thing. 
Yea I kno. Didn't kno if I cud admit to that or not. Thought I wud sound like a whore. Or something on those lines. Ppl can sAy wat they want. 
This is my life and what I need is ppl that can add onto it and not continue to take away. 
That all for the night. By NJoy