He didn’t have nothing to say. I was like:Tiffany: “Fuck this shit. I’m done. I’m out.”So, I moved out. I got a divorce.
And this time, it stuck. We’re still divorced, and we ain’t
never getting back together.
I know what you’re thinking: ͷis was your breaking
point? And not the ass-whippings?
It seems like a really small thing, relatively. Compared to
everything else.
But the thing is, I couldn’t be with anybody, or
potentially have a child with somebody, who could abandon
his child. ͳat was my personal boundary, and I had mnally
found it.
He had trouble letting go. He kept texting, “I want my
wife back.” He’d be calling my friends. To this day, he still
calls my friends. And he’s like, “How’s my wife doing? I miss
her. She’s still my wife. Even though we’re divorced, she’s
still my wife.”
No, we ain’t divorced. We twice divorced.