I had a "Buddy" that I kept around for years.
He was a 6'5, fine ass brother with a donkey dick.......
I met him while in high school, and man I should have kept his ass as just a "buddy".
but again every experience is a learning experience.
Sex with my buddy was incredible, he touch parts of my insides that no ones has ever touched again, we talked about everything together, I shared everything with him and I trusted him.
I trusted "MAN".....my friends thought the heavens were going to fall from sky.
Til this day I still have not found anyone I've connect with on that level of intimacy.
I fell in Love with my "Buddy".....the biggest mistake any Sugar Babe could have made.
Long story short, my Buddy was a Selfish bastard who got me pregnant ...harassed me into having an abortion, then 2yrs later introduced me to his 2yr old son.......get my point, But I was in love with my buddy.
I truly loved him.
I blocked everything out....
He believed in my dreams and had many of his own...... So we thought we were going to be the next power couple ... like Jay Z and Beyonce or Brad and Angelina.
After College I really got into career mode and the freedom of independence.
I kept my 20 hour weekend job, had a 9-5, got myself a spanking brand new car right out of the showroom and was on the verge of finding myself an apartment.
I was finally going to get away from the "EMOTIONALLY FUCKED UP BITCH".
I didn't care if I had to work my ass off as long as I got away.
All of a sudden my buddy started to confess his love for me, apologizing for all the wrong he ever did and telling me all the things I wanted to hear...and that we should move in together..blah blah blah
Girl's you know how that goes....
Like the young fool in love, I moved in with him.....but every time I saw his son I felt like shit, I felt like my insides were turning like I was about to throw up...... I constantly wondered why I was never good enough for him....How come he didn't harass his child mother into an abortion, like he did me obviously we were both prego's at the same time.
Good dick isn't so good anymore when your working 7 days a week, and having someone else bad ass child in your face any time you do have free to yourself .......buddy drove my car more than I did,my brand new car looked crappier everyday and then buddy had the audacity to start coming in the house with attitude every damn day like I was his baby mama....... Hell No , who did that mofo think he was.
Our power couple dreams started to look more like Bobby and Whitney the broke version....I even picked up his nasty smoking habits...I was going down hill fast.
Man...It only took a sister one good look in the mirror to realize where this situation was heading..I know how this story ends and I refused to be a statistic....
I packed my shit, quit both jobs and drove out of state to stay with my BFF for a few months, just to get my head straight.
I had been depressed since then, I just couldn't believe I allowed myself to be caught up....
It took me a year to get over my Buddy,
I fell hard.....
I never want to feel like that again....
Now I'm back in New York City and back on my "A" game.
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