Na I could see if the man was telling your ass that he might marry yo ass one day or something, but the man told you from the git that he wasn’t gon marry you. The man done told your ass from the start that your shit could be over “at any time for any reason”, and still your dumb ass is lying around there watching Oprah like you is set for life.

You betta git your ass out there and find some kinda fucking skill or something. You betta find some way to take care of yourself by your damn self, cause that situation you got is temporary. Before you know it, your ass is gon be alone with rent bill, and a phone bill, and a car bill and a weave bill and that man will be out there with some other bitch who is younger than you is and who’s got a tighter box than you got.

And don’t be putting your money in with that man’s money. You betta git your ass your own bank account and one of them financial advisors and keep your shit separated from that man’s shit. Na what you thinks gon happen if that man loses all of his shit and your money is tired up in there with that man’s shit? You gon lose all your money too, that’s what’s gon happen.

Git off your ass and git some skills and start planning for the day when your ass is gonna be on the street, cause I’m telling you bitch, that man don’t love your ass.