Tiffany: “Would you say that in front of your brother?”
Sister: “Yeah!”
So we got with Titus:
Tiffany: “What did you tell me about Titus?”
Sister: “ͳat he cheating on you, girl. He cheating on
you with this girl that he tried to get to be a stripper.
Her name is Bertha.”
Tiffany: “Bertha? How you gonna be a stripper with
the name Bertha?”
Titus: “She lyin’! She don’t know what she’s talking
about! She lyin’!”
I believed him. I didn’t believe the little girl. I don’t know
why I didn’t believe her, because she had nothing to lose by
telling the truth. I was thinking maybe she was watching too
much TV or something. Like I said, I was twenty-one and
stupid.
ͳree months go by, and slowly things got worse. To the
point where we were basically broken up, except not
completely. You know how with some relationships, the
breakup takes months to really get momentum and be real,
but you know it’s there long before? That’s how it was.
It just so happened that I was scheduled to go on a
cruise with my auntie. Titus had zero interest in that, until