I could have seen the signs then, if I wanted to. For
example, one day I didn’t answer the phone at all, I just
didn’t feel like talking, and he just popped up in my house. I
thought that was . . . unusual.
I kept telling myself that he did this because he cared
about me. But really, he was controlling me. ͳat’s what it
was about. Not love, not caring, it was about control.
But I either didn’t know any better, or I wasn’t willing to
see it. I looked past his issues, so I could have a man in my
life who did things for me.
Even though we were “engaged,” he formally proposed to
me at a comedy club. I was onstage, and he was going to
come up to the stage and give me the ring, but then he got
scared for some reason. When the show was over, when
nobody was around, he was like:
Ex-Husband: “Will you marry me?”Tiffany: “Yeah, but why did you wait till nobody was
around?”All my friends was like, “He’s ugly, Tiĉany, you can do
better. Like, he fat. He’s ugly. Yeah, he really love you and
stuff, but he’s wack. Like, you could do better.”
I thought they were all haters. I just thought they were
jealous or whatever. Because he drove a car out for me, he
gave me a ring, and he was giving me an allowance, too. I
thought that was super-dope. ͳat’s how you know I was
stupid. He was giving me like $100 a week, and I thought