We have a playful relationship. And I'm open with him about my dating life. It's respectful.
Nikka this, nikka that is not respectful where I come from.
We have a playful relationship. And I'm open with him about my dating life. It's respectful.
Your 8 brothers lost. Try encouraging your daughter to be community p*ssy in Mogadishu. I assure you in my hood in Sudan, your dad would be food. fukk you know about East Africa anyway ho.No, he wouldn't dummy. What part of East Africa would he get murked in? Tell me the town or area specifically.
And I don't have any sisters but if I did they'd tell me to stop replying to dumb asses on the Internet.
So to ignore you go until you tell me where specifically do they murk men for being so swaggy
Haven't spoken in 15 years.
I left home with nothing; no money, no support, NOTHING. No bullshyt.
I HOPE and PRAY I don't have my father's bad traits (super serious, beatings and violence towards me, my brother and my mother) when I have kids otherwise I will be worse than him
Your 8 brothers lost. Try encouraging your daughter to be community p*ssy in Mogadishu. I assure you in my hood in Sudan, your dad would be food. fukk you know about East Africa anyway ho.
Cool. You have a nice day.Your 8 brothers lost. Try encouraging your daughter to be community p*ssy in Mogadishu. I assure you in my hood in Sudan, your dad would be food. fukk you know about East Africa anyway ho.
Didn't mean it like that waryaHey, keep Somalia out of this. She isnt Somali. She's Ethiopian.
When I was 2, he beat down my Mom (she was 19 at the time). Then left me, her, and my older brother (one year older the me) stranded in Frisco. We lived couch to couch, while she stacked money by winning little singing competitions or just collecting tips at different Bay area bars (she had to bring us there with her too, no choice). She used that little cash to Greyhound / Amtrack us down here to SD.
Fast forward 6 years. The 80's bar life caught up with my mom, and she got caught up selling coke while bartending (I respect her grind..trying to feed us). Next thing you know, my "Dad" is awarded custody of us.
Me and big bro only lasted with him for 3 months. We were human punching Bags to him, and the beatings were so common that I wouldn't cry anymore. For example, Dude would even upgrade weapons, and use a big old school leather weightlifting belt instead of a regular belt. My 1st grade teacher noticed all the bruises and welts on my face and body. Sends me to the nurses office, and my bro is already in there when I enter (his teacher saw welts on his forehead). 30 mins later, social services takes us to an all boys shelter home.
3 foster homes later, Mom gets out and gets us back. Dude never showed face again.
But to my stepdad tho. He wifed up my mom when she didn't have shyt but 2 kids and a criminal record. Till this day, He's worked "2" full time jobs so my mom never had to work a day in her life. He's been my step pops for 25 years now. We currently chop it up on the daily. He's taught me alot on life, and he's the reason why I never complain about my 8hr job being difficult.
My biological dad showed me how "not" to be a father. Don't miss him at all.
Surprised you didnt look for your biological dad now that your grown and kick his ass.When I was 2, he beat down my Mom (she was 19 at the time). Then left me, her, and my older brother (one year older the me) stranded in Frisco. We lived couch to couch, while she stacked money by winning little singing competitions or just collecting tips at different Bay area bars (she had to bring us there with her too, no choice). She used that little cash to Greyhound / Amtrack us down here to SD.
Fast forward 6 years. The 80's bar life caught up with my mom, and she got caught up selling coke while bartending (I respect her grind..trying to feed us). Next thing you know, my "Dad" is awarded custody of us.
Me and big bro only lasted with him for 3 months. We were human punching Bags to him, and the beatings were so common that I wouldn't cry anymore. For example, Dude would even upgrade weapons, and use a big old school leather weightlifting belt instead of a regular belt. My 1st grade teacher noticed all the bruises and welts on my face and body. Sends me to the nurses office, and my bro is already in there when I enter (his teacher saw welts on his forehead). 30 mins later, social services takes us to an all boys shelter home.
3 foster homes later, Mom gets out and gets us back. Dude never showed face again.
But to my stepdad tho. He wifed up my mom when she didn't have shyt but 2 kids and a criminal record. Till this day, He's worked "2" full time jobs so my mom never had to work a day in her life. He's been my step pops for 25 years now. We currently chop it up on the daily. He's taught me alot on life, and he's the reason why I never complain about my 8hr job being difficult.
My biological dad showed me how "not" to be a father. Don't miss him at all.