Ex-Husband: “I’m going to come to California, and
we’re going to have the best—you’re gonna have the
best life, the best everything.”ͳe next week, he came out to LA, and he brought me a
Dodge Charger.
Ex-Husband: “You can’t be driving in no Geo Metro,
you drive this.”Tiffany: “Great, cool. I can live with this sort of life.”He drove a Dodge Charger from Atlanta to LA. For me.
Honestly, part of the reason I was looking past the
craziness was my own arrogance, in a way. I had started
thinking I had the best cootchie in the world. I was thinking,
My pussy is the best pussy ever. ͷere must be midgets in my
pussy doing magic tricks on his dick or some shit. Like, no
man had ever brought me cars from other states, so it
MUST be something about me.
Turns out, he had a tracking device on that car. He was
tracking everywhere I went. He was just watching me, that’s
why he brought it. He also had one of his former police
partners, one of his buddies who lived in LA, watching me.
So that dude was following me around when he wasn’t in
town.
I didn’t know any of this, I found all this out later on. Just
checking to see what I was doing is what he said. He said he
was doing it to keep me safe, but really he was a stalker.