Tiffany: “That’s okay. I’ll take my Geo Metro.”
ͳat thing was barely working, but I wouldn’t get rid of
the Geo.
Tiffany: “I still got my apartment. I’ll go back to my
apartment with my ornery ass.”
Ex-Husband: “No. You don’t got to go nowhere. I’m
out of here. I’m leaving.”
He just got in the car and left. ͳat was easy. ͳen his
mama called me:
Mama: “Why did you send my son home? What the
hell?”
Tiffany: “I didn’t send him nowhere. Your son choked
me. Your son sat on me. Your son locked me up. Your
son is abusive.”
I took pictures of my throat and stuĉ and sent them to
her.
Mama: “Oh you’re a great actress. You’re a wonderful
makeup artist.”
Tiffany: “I ain’t no makeup artist. Did you see my
makeup at the wedding? I did that myself, and it was
horrible, so knock that shit off.”