Poor baby.. I know the feeling. Everytime my friend comes by with her husband I catch a tude. Like that bald man with his belly hanging out is better than me? Like he’s okay but I’ll raise your kids with you baby girl.
Same. Same. They probably accepted inner peace. Like that’s what it was that I’ve been feeling this whole time. That man ain’t shit. My friend is a certified queen and in the next life, imma find her first.
Poor baby.. I know the feeling. Everytime my friend comes by with her husband I catch a tude. Like that bald man with his belly hanging out is better than me? Like he’s okay but I’ll raise your kids with you baby girl.