Everybody got that one friendship they regret. Mine taught me that just because somebody smiling in your face don’t mean they genuinely fuck with you. I really thought this girl was my friend. Whole time, the bitch secretly had animosity toward me. It all came out once my money started came up missing. After we fell out, she started saying hateful shit about my mother, and that’s something I don’t play about. You can say whatever you want about me, but speaking on somebody’s mama, especially somebody you never even truly knew, is lowdown behavior.
One thing about me, I never spoke on her mother or her kids because I move different. I’m a real ass woman and certain lines just don’t get crossed. Meanwhile, this same person was always borrowing money from me, always needing help, always needing a favor. I never asked her for shit. Even though she paid me back, the amount of stress and money this friendship cost me was ridiculous. This girl literally brought roaches into my house and still denies it to this day like I’m blind.
Now she stay throwing little shots on Facebook and mentioning me because she think she proving a point. Whole time, her own family be sending me screenshots because even they know she be obsessed. It’s funny how somebody can act like they don’t care about you publicly, but privately always asking about you. Every time she seen my sister out, it was always “How Mia doing?” Bitch, why do you care? Mind the business that pays you.
You can block me, stalk from fake pages, throw shots, and keep pretending you unbothered, but the truth always shows itself. Some people don’t want friendship, they want access. Access to your energy, your kindness, your resources, your life. And when they realize they can never be you, the hate finally comes out. Living, learning, and cussing, baby. That’s all this chapter taught me.