I won’t get into more details. You would just start yelling
at this page you’re reading, like some crazy person.
We got married. Again.
We got a bigger house, a better house. And the one good
thing was that me and his son were super-close. His son
knew what I had been through with foster care and all this
stuff. He was lovin’ on me and everything.
And honestly, it was okay for a while. He wasn’t hitting
me or none of that.
ͳen he started acting really weird. He started being on
the phone for like two, three hours at a time, ducking oĉ
into his oĊce. Running into the backyard to talk, being
really secretive and stuff.
I tried to have positive thoughts. I’d go on the computer
and look through our wedding photos, to remember the
good times.
And then one time, I was going through the wedding
photos, and there was a photo of a buck naked chick
sucking on her titties, in the middle of our wedding photos.
That led to a big fight. Nothing physical, just yelling.
I was working on a movie then, and I called him the next
day, but couldn’t mnd him. I came home, because I had been
a little mean to him in the morning. So I thought, I’ll come
home during my lunch break. I’ll butter him up like, “I’m
sorry for being mean to you this morning.” But, he was not at
home when I arrived.
Instead, there was an eviction notice on our door.
Tiffany: “Why hasn’t the rent been paid? Why are we