As I drag the shit out of the ex/her flyng monkeys, some have wondered/retorted back that it doesn't make sense that I am snatching her edges when, after all, I married her.
My official response ©:
When I married Dominique Christina I did not know she was a liar, klepto, cheat, and sociopath with a predilection for baby-faced teens. To me, she was beautiful, smart, talented, and all around dope.
What's funny is a lot of people knew these things (some of you/them are reading this very post) - didn't say a word. Had there been one, this post (and the reasons for it) would not exist.
As it were, I fell in love, and as a husband, a man, and a Muslim, I leaned all the way in. I was Dominique's encouragement, her cheerleader, her protector, and her clean-up man. That's what I was supposed to be.
But if you will steal from your mother for lipo and fake titties, you will steal from anyone. If you screw the teenaged son of your lover, you will fuck (over) anyone. As special as I thought I was, I was simply "anyone". I was lied to, lied on, stolen from, cheated on - and then cast as the person who was the one perpetrating this behavior. And then I went to prison but for her lies - which most people believed - even long-time friends of mine. And guess what started THAT ordeal? It started when I made the decision to leave her...
