I get up and say very simply “aight. You gotta go. You bugging.” This time she looks me in my eye balls and says “No.” and now we looking at each other like
We argued, she didn’t leave. After going back and forth for deadass like a hour, I decided option A is now my only option. Ima have to Jazzy Jeff this bitch.
At this point in my life, I was out here. I had recently gotten out of a relationship and I was slinging peen with a point to prove. I knew what I was doing and did it anyways. That was on me. I have to hold myself accountable for that.