women with low self-esteem; well for the ones that I make my women anyway. I guess you can say that it was something taught to me.
You see, women who doubt themselves will give you the world and you never gotta worry about them cheating, because if you spoil them right, can’t no other nigga compare to you. That’s the type of shit I do. I let Shanair know daily that I think she’s the most beautiful person in the world to me, because like I said, I know what kind of woman she is and I know that without a doubt that she will ride for me until the very fucking end, so I never have to question her loyalty.
I know what you’re probably wondering and that is, i f you love her so much, and she’s such a good and loyal girl…why do you cheat on her? To be one hundred percent honest, I don’t know. I don’t know why I do the dumb shit that I do. Trust me, I know that Shanair doesn’t deserve any of the things I’ve done or will do to her in the future, but for some reason I can’t stop being a dog. I guess it’s in my nature. Maybe I got my women issues from my father, who for as long as I could remember was never with one woman.
My father, Lawrence Walker was the definition of a rolling stone. He came and went as he pleased, and there was nothing that anyone could do about it. I remember him being gone for days, sometimes weeks at a time, only to come home and things will go back to normal as if he never left. My mother, Mary, never said a word. I’m not sure if it was because she didn’t care about him being gone, or the fact that she was so used to the way that things went. Whatever the case was, she continued to do her wifely duties, as if things were perfect.
Now although my father stepped out on my mom every chance he got, he still made sure that he took good care of the both of us. Since I was the only child that he claimed publicly, I got everything I wanted and more. All I had to do was ask and it was mine, no matter what it was. I guess that’s why I have the attitude that I have now, because I’m so used to things going my way. I’m not sure of what it was that my father did for a living, but whatever he did, it was more than enough to provide for us, as well as the secret families that I later found out about. To this day, I’m sure my mother already knew about the extra women and the kids that he had made out of wedlock, but up until her dying day, she never uttered a word about it. Instead, she loved my father with everything in her all the way to the end, which is exactly how Shanair is.
I was thirteen when I lost her to heart disease. The doctor said that most of it was hereditary, and that she probably got it from the long line of family members who had it, but I never believed that shit. Honestly I think it was because of stress. Yeah, my mom always put up a front when it came to my father sleeping around, but I knew it affected her and there’s no one who could have told me any different. To know that your husband is out fucking around with numerous females is enough to drive you mad. She put up a good front though, because on the outside looking in, one would never know of the heartache she felt on a day-to-day basis. I lived in the same house with her, and I’d never seen her shed one tear over my father, so I know no one else did.
After my mom died my father lost it, and soon after things went downhill. I think he blamed himself for her passing, and couldn’t forgive himself. He stopped going out, his appearance changed from being well kept to barely showering and whenever you saw him, he had a bottle in his hand. My dad was definitely not the man he used to be. All of the other women were cut off, and it was just me and him. I remember he used to pull me to the side and tell me all kinds of stories about how he and my mom met. The smile on his face when he told those stories was something that I hadn’t seen in a long time. My father shared details about all the things they used to
You see, women who doubt themselves will give you the world and you never gotta worry about them cheating, because if you spoil them right, can’t no other nigga compare to you. That’s the type of shit I do. I let Shanair know daily that I think she’s the most beautiful person in the world to me, because like I said, I know what kind of woman she is and I know that without a doubt that she will ride for me until the very fucking end, so I never have to question her loyalty.
I know what you’re probably wondering and that is, i f you love her so much, and she’s such a good and loyal girl…why do you cheat on her? To be one hundred percent honest, I don’t know. I don’t know why I do the dumb shit that I do. Trust me, I know that Shanair doesn’t deserve any of the things I’ve done or will do to her in the future, but for some reason I can’t stop being a dog. I guess it’s in my nature. Maybe I got my women issues from my father, who for as long as I could remember was never with one woman.
My father, Lawrence Walker was the definition of a rolling stone. He came and went as he pleased, and there was nothing that anyone could do about it. I remember him being gone for days, sometimes weeks at a time, only to come home and things will go back to normal as if he never left. My mother, Mary, never said a word. I’m not sure if it was because she didn’t care about him being gone, or the fact that she was so used to the way that things went. Whatever the case was, she continued to do her wifely duties, as if things were perfect.
Now although my father stepped out on my mom every chance he got, he still made sure that he took good care of the both of us. Since I was the only child that he claimed publicly, I got everything I wanted and more. All I had to do was ask and it was mine, no matter what it was. I guess that’s why I have the attitude that I have now, because I’m so used to things going my way. I’m not sure of what it was that my father did for a living, but whatever he did, it was more than enough to provide for us, as well as the secret families that I later found out about. To this day, I’m sure my mother already knew about the extra women and the kids that he had made out of wedlock, but up until her dying day, she never uttered a word about it. Instead, she loved my father with everything in her all the way to the end, which is exactly how Shanair is.
I was thirteen when I lost her to heart disease. The doctor said that most of it was hereditary, and that she probably got it from the long line of family members who had it, but I never believed that shit. Honestly I think it was because of stress. Yeah, my mom always put up a front when it came to my father sleeping around, but I knew it affected her and there’s no one who could have told me any different. To know that your husband is out fucking around with numerous females is enough to drive you mad. She put up a good front though, because on the outside looking in, one would never know of the heartache she felt on a day-to-day basis. I lived in the same house with her, and I’d never seen her shed one tear over my father, so I know no one else did.
After my mom died my father lost it, and soon after things went downhill. I think he blamed himself for her passing, and couldn’t forgive himself. He stopped going out, his appearance changed from being well kept to barely showering and whenever you saw him, he had a bottle in his hand. My dad was definitely not the man he used to be. All of the other women were cut off, and it was just me and him. I remember he used to pull me to the side and tell me all kinds of stories about how he and my mom met. The smile on his face when he told those stories was something that I hadn’t seen in a long time. My father shared details about all the things they used to
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