Let’s be real! Let’s look at the past, present and future. The past is I ain’t even like you like that! You was just someone I had drunk sex with if we ran into each other in a bar when I was out in the world living in sin. Go back and look at your text messages . Look at your phone records. I never called you. You were always the initiator. It just so happened that I lost my job and your eager white down for the bang-bang piece of woman said you was pregnant when I knew the baby wasn’t mine because I didn’t even tamper with you during the time of conception. The timing was just right to meet my needs. Real talk holly I never liked you or took you serious because I always new you had a few dudes in rotation. I never even liked having sex with you. You know that as well as I do from the number of times we had sex which was slim next to none. Personally, I chose to jerk off than bust a load in you because I couldn’t get past your smell. You smelled you so nasty! I hated to smell you! Now I know the smell came from some married man semen leaking out your booty that you vividly describe in all the letters mailed to my house. You always knew I didn’t like you like that so why you acting surprised? You were a one night stand extension.
You stayed at my house for three months and in that three months I only was there for two weekends because the hole time you were there, I was in texas and you were taking care of Shon’s two boys and you kept complaining to me that they kept stealing money out your purse. We didn’t even live together.
Let’s look at the present. I’m happily ecstatic.
I did you a favor by pulling you out that slumpy apartment that you was living in when you was dating your roommates boyfriend behind her back. Now do me a favor and leave me alone. Find your son’s real daddy and move around. I don’t care how many attorneys I have to hire in different counties all across the state of Minnesota to prove the same point that it’s not my son! Your not even my type. Your son don’t look like me. The only son that I had a biological test with is Jordon and he most definitely don’t look like him. And Jordon is a splitting image of me.
As far as the future, I suggest you give your married dude a DNA test. If the results is negative, then holla at somebody else. Keep looking and test dude from Brooklyn who probably is avoiding your calls also while you was out here.
The married dude wife says that the light skin arangatang that you got look just like her kid! Do somebody got to stick something in your butt for you to believe what they say? Or how bout the plain truth, he is not mine Holly. Get married. Be happy. Enjoy your life. Life is too short. Have a coke and a smile. Isnt your favorite phrase “get a life”? Take heed to your own words!
I’m not going to change my feelings in the future. I will never accept or love your son and I have no reason to because the dna don’t fit. You need to check out Isaiah 54:17. Everything you speak negative into my life falls back on your plate.
