“are you okay?”
that is one of the texts from mi i got right after i closed my laptop last night.
i shouldn’t be asked if i’m “okay”.
are you serious?
you hurt me and ask me i’m okay?
so this is how it went down last night.
if i’m in the wrong,
please let me know…
so after the rent issue that day,
we weren’t speaking.
she came back in the house that night and say two words to me.
she did turn my tv on,
and got on her social media sites.
closed my door and did my thing.
i called her from work and we had a real talk.
it felt like it ended on a high note.
she told me she didn’t have a lot of money,
but i suggested we put our money together to buy groceries.
when i got home,
we talked and things were good.
i went and took a nap.
when i woke up,
i saw i had missed texts from her on my laptop.
my phone was in the buried in the sheets or somewhere in my room.
well she wanted to talk to me.
when i get to the living room,
she tells me she is going out and if one of her friends could stay over.
i told her from the time she got here that i didn’t want her people in here.
i said no.
i don’t know who it was and i don’t want some random in my spot.
well from there it escalated.
“i pay rent and you mean i can’t have my people come over?”
you actually didn’t even have it all.
so at this point,
she is calling me out my name and acting like this is her spot.
she said she don’t care about me and this and that.
so i hit her with a smooth:
and walked away.
she then goes:
“what you say nigga?”
…and starts swinging.
we go from the wall to the couch.
i’m trying to block these swings,
but she gets a few good connects.
she ends up scratching me on my neck and cheek.
she then throws two glass at me.
luckily they missed me.
she goes into my kitchen,
grabs a knife,
and says something like:
“you really don’t want this!”
…or something to the like.
i back up and tell her get her shit and get out.
“good i will”
she gathered some things and walked out.
“i blacked out and i’m sorry.
please don’t kick me out.”
…was her final text to me last night.
i didn’t answer.
i have nothing to say.
she made it pretty clear with her actions last night.
i can’t live with someone who blacks out.
getting stabbed to death because i left the toilet seat up?
but we have two different ideas when it comes to living together.
she needs to get some kind of counseling before i could ever feel comfortable around her again.
is it wrong i’m concerned about her well being still?
even tho i’m real tite right now,
with the blood stains to prove it,
i am not heartless.
…or maybe i need to be?
lowkey: i bothered not to go to the station since she confessed in texts for hitting me first.