Random Thoughts Of February

Soo…*deep sigh* 😔 Here we are, March 1st. It is now time for my Random Thoughts Of February….

There are none 😭

Ok HOLUP!🙅‍♀️✋

Before y’all come for me, I have an explanation. we just gone call THIS particular Random Thoughts of February Post: Story Time with London B. Get ready.

Preface: Not for nothin, I don’t think I deserved this, but after piecing everything together, maybe I did. I believe it was my Karma. But I did my damnedest to be a good woman. I cut out alot of shit and put up with alot of shit. But… in the end, what goes around always comes around.

Up until the very last of February, I had been in a relationship that by my own accord was going pretty well. Everything was running smoothly for the most part, no real issues. I’m going to give you all the somewhat short version of everything that transpired because… tbh, this shit had been brewing for a few weeks but I wasn’t even really aware of what was going on until after it had already happened.

The last few days of February, tensions ran very high between us because, well, the sky around him seemed to be falling.. from my perspective it looked like his world was collapsing (because several people around him were doing dumb, shady, and crazy shit). Frankly, his niggas was doin hot shit and so it made him start lookin hot. Well unbenounced to me, during this period, he had found

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

The original hand written copy of “Up With The Bluff” originally titled “Vday Pt 1 & 2″😩🤦‍♀️. Why is this significant? Because this nigga thought it was from THIS PAST VALENTINE’S DAY!!! 😭😭🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️😂😂😭😭🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️😂😂.

Lemme back up a minute tho. I didn’t figure this out until after I put his ass out.

Feb 26th, my mom’s birthday, it’s a great day for me. I got my first sale at work! So I’m feeling awesome! Like pumped! But as soon as we get home we get into a fight and we’re arguing. He leaves. I get ready for bed. He comes back in the morning to take me to work. He sleeps as I get ready. I talk on the phone to Shanade for 10 mins. We get ready to leave. He leaves his phone on the charger (I notice it but don’t say anything). We get in the car and he begins questioning me about talking to other guys and shit like that. Just random delusional shit. I kinda brush it off and chalk it up to him just being stressed. He pretends he forgot his by accident and asks me to call a number. I call. Voicemail. He asks me to call another number. It rings for a while then goes to voicemail. He tells me to keep calling until someone answers so I do. Mind you, he’s decided to take a route to drop me off at work that involves the freeway… after we had established a much smoother route (just to demonstrate the premeditation here) , anywho.. the phone is still ringing and he asks to see it. I hand it to him. He holds it. Then rolls down the window and throws it out.

I couldn’t believe it. “WHAT THE FUCK!?😢 WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT???” And he starts talking about “ill buy you another one…. It’s just a phone… you my girl right? Right?… Why are niggas calling your phone?…. fuck that phone… you supposed to be my girl!!…”

I Am your girl! What the fuck does this have to do with anything? What niggas? Who was calling my phone? Who are you talking about!? Why would you through my phone tho!? Like im just not understanding what’s going on! Where are you getting this shit from??

I was at work crying. The whole day. I barely could keep my composure when my supervisor pulled me to the side to coach me on a call I had just made I broke tf down y’all 😭😭😭😭. The whole day at my desk I was trying to figure it out. I did figure he wouldnt be back to pick me up after work. SURPRISE. He was.

On the way home, I just tried to stay reserved. I had cooled down some. I wanted to go home. And that’s all I would really say.

“Oh you wanna go home?… Ooh I was going to take you to get a new phone… Oh you wanna go home so yo lil boyfriend could help you find it?… yea I’m hip to you… lemme just say, it was never my intentions to hurt you…. yo niggas this… yo lil dreadhead boyfriend that…”

At this point, I’m shifting from “I don’t want to be around him because he’s acting ridiculous and taking his anger out on me for no reason” TO 👉 “This nigga is REAL LIFE CRAZY. He’s making up shit. Like literally delusional and needs help. Something is really wrong so I actually need to end this because I don’t feel safe”. When he drops me off at home he pulls out of the drive way and tells out something disrespectful. I don’t even remember because I was just over it at this point. I go in the house and go. Tf. Off. Bagged up everything and threw it down the stairs. Went to my neighbor, asked them to call the landlord to change the locks.

This fool showed up at the same time as the landlord and walks in the house. I said “Oh no, you don’t have to go any further, all your stuff is on the stairs “. He walks up into my house and has the fucking nerve to (in so many words) call me a hoe and imply that when his ass drops me off at work and picks me up, I’m not actually at work. 😤😤😤😠😠😠.

NIGGA WHAT!!??

He’s talking all this trash while taking his shit out of my house, my landlord as my witness to the conversation. And he’s talking about “you don’t know what I’m talking about?… what you mean?… you wrote it!!… Oh so I’m crazy??.. I’m just glad you ain’t have yo niggas rob me… Oh still don’t know?? LA? Vday Pt 1 &2 (I thought the nigga said bday lol… and I was in LA for my bday 🤦‍♀️lol)… It’s cool ima show you exactly what you wrote!”

NIIIGGGAAAAAAAAAA WHHHHAAAAAATTTT????

I don’t know what you talking about. I don’t know what I wrote. I wrote hella so idk what you mean. Yes nigga, clearly you’re crazy. Niggas rob you??? Whaaaaat? What do I have to gain from that?? Where are you getting this shit from??

He packs up his van and pulls off. I’m standing on the porch talking to my landlord about it just in shock. That’s when I’m like 💡💡💡 did he say ‘Bday’ or ‘Vday’? Because… if he said vday… Then like.. literally the only thing I could think of is…. and it hits me 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ I think this fool found my original writing, in the notebook and thought it was from THIS PAST VALENTINE’S DAY!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 BRUH! THAT SHIT HAPPENED 3 YEARS AGO!!

THREE MUTHAFUCKIN YEARS AGO!

Since I originally wrote it, it’s been re- written, and re-named 😂😂 (see “Up With The Bluff”). When I told my landlord the story behind “Up With The Bluff”, He AGREED with what I did!! 😂 HE SAID I WAS JUSTIFIED for robbing that man lol.

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And that’s when the picture became clear. He had found what I had written, days ago and let it fester (instead of just asking me about it) and he maticulously plotted this. Maybe it was just a reason to get out 🤷‍♀️ maybe he’s really got a case for early onset Alzheimer’s 🤷‍♀️ maybe he thought he was being set up 🤷‍♀️ … the world may never know.

But one thing I DO know, this was FOR SURE a lesson learned. Several. All I can say is:

I’m grateful and good luck to you.

And with that, I conclude Story Time with London B. As always good people, Like, Comment, Subscribe, Follow 🙂

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