Thursday, December 21, 2017



Playing The Hand Life Gave You
Chapter 5




I couldn't believe the bullshit that was coming out of her mouth.


"I have to try this for Haven, I'm not trying to hurt you, you've been nothing but good to me and my daughter but I have to do this. I'm sorry Zane."


"I asked you Hunter, before I proposed to you I asked you if you was still in love with this dude.
"When he hurt you and Haven again don't come crawling back to me. I won't wait around on you to wake up."
"I wish you nothing but the best Zane, I really do." "I hope Haven doesn't grow up to be as stupid as you." I wanted to call her all out her name, shake her, slap her, beg her not to leave me. All I could do was watch her walk out of life for good.


I was so hurt, every time I ran into Hunter I had to find me someone quick to release my hurt anger and frustrations out on.
I would spit some ridiculous game to a random cute ass girl. Use what ever room was close.


Get what I needed, make her feel good and thank her for her time.  No promises to call her or even see her again.

When ever I found myself thinking about Hunter and Haven. Daydreaming about the family I was suppose to have. Picturing Kelly Hoyt touching my woman I had to go find some more female attention.



 It was getting to the point that I couldn't even remember the girls names. They made it so easy and the lack of respect for their self made me care even less about
females in general.



I could be having a major melt down in the street, some random would want to comfort me.

It was easier to make the older women come out their panties than the ones my age.

But no matter how many females I had in my bed, at the playground, in bathrooms nothing made me feel good for long.  I wanted to make this girl my wife and she went back to the ass hole that denied her child for damn near six years.  I was with her for damn near two years and the whole time she was still waiting on this dude.  I'll never be Mr. He'll Do For Now to another Bitch. Fuck Love.





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