So not only was I dealing the moodiness of Judy in the physical plane of the place we call Earth, but I also had to deal with the dreams he would wake up from involving me and men from his imagination.

I have other examples but Im trying to keep this saga as sequential as possible. He would go to sleep, have a dream, wake up and them be weird with me for hours to days. As you'll read in upcoming chapters, I was never in official monogamous relationships so that means I personally have never "cheated" on any man I've ever dealt with but what I can say is that the men, who are never judged, DEFINITELY cheated on their, "whatever title the gave the woman" with me...but thats another story.

This segment just provides more context on me and the type of "servant/slave" I was in what we can still call the "beginning". We were approaching one year "together"

The dream was about "the cousin who aint his who really a buster that grew up in the ie but got a lot to prove because of who his dad is" that I introduced to the story in "Acquaintances"

That cousin was so in Worship of FrampCamp GoodMan, he told me that when he called him to fact check my story he said to him

"Damn, she must really be something if she got YOU bro?

Every pre Ramadan he starts cutting people so he decided to change his number.

We were still watching Raisin Kaanan together while apart.

He was headed back to La because he needed docs for the job was trying to get in LR and for his baby girl birthday.

Sometimes he would use his manners and other times he'd be brute and "mannish" or rude af. This is a Snapple fact to keep for a future chapter.

I never took it personal because it was just who HE was. TO ME, we were having sex with each other...plesantries and pleases werent a requirement for me to do things for him. If he wanted or needed something, Id do it. This is a Snapple fact for later.

Swallowing His Ego

That is a phrase you will hear him use in the future so lets unpack this grand gesture that he kept throwing up in my face. Per usual we had gotten into an argument about some trival shit that more than likely he took as a challenge to his manhood. Baby girl’s 2nd birthday was approaching and his hair needed to be done. Despite our argument, I was still going to do his hair. I hit him up to ask about it and he told me it’s good dont worry about it. When he posted pictures, he had on a cowboy hat so I figured he just wore the hat to cover his hair. The next day or so, he shows up to my house and he had a fresh retwist.

Anyway I was hot, not because his hair was done but because he didnt let me do it. He had spent months talking about my past and however were so many firsts we could never share together since I was so “experienced” and we had decided to pick somethings that were just for us.

I would do shit like bake bread so i could tell him he was the first man Ive ever baked bread for.

Id make new foods and let him know he was the first.

I bought a new mattress so that he could feel comfortable knowing that he was the only man to have laid in it

He was soooooo moved but that and talked about how he couldn't belive I did that with him asking and that he had to ask GoodSis#1 to do it.

I couldnt be his first wife, or babymama or hairstylist but moving forward and especially sense Goodsis #1 was pregnant, I was doing his hair.

Mind you at this point we were “married” under a misyar and when he proposed the nikah he had told me that he was not going to be seeing the potential GoodSis #3, the lady he had been stringing along for 7 years.

So I asked, who did your hair, GoodSis #1? and he said no I went to A____a! I was crushed because he violated what we had agreed to. I had no issue with GoodSis #1 doing it, how could I? But for him to state that he wasnt going to be communicating with girl 3 anymore and then go get his hair done AFTER I was still willing to do it hurt. I cried about it because yet again he had led me to believe some shit that wasnt true. SO THE SWALLOWING OF HIS EGO THAT HE KEPT ON BRINGING UP WAS THAT HE HUGGED ME AND LISTENING TO ME WHEN I WAS CRYING and THEN APOLOGIZING BECAUSE HE DIDNT EXPECT ME TO BE HURT BY THAT. That was the grand gesture that he felt I owed him my unyielding gratitude for so much so that I should never get angry at him for any future mistakes and lies I would have endured. He credited Islam for his ability to do that because at his core he was a "servant".

Swallowing His Ego

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