Bad Relationship

I was 15 years old when I asked my friend to hook me up, so she hooked me up with this boy named Brandon. The relationship started up with us being good friends. We hung out at his house all the time. Then one day he asked me: 'Did I want to stay over for his birthday?' He was 16 turning 17. On his birthday (December 17, 2005) we officially started going out.

Staying in his house that night we watched TV and ate In & Out Burger. We slept in the same bed, and, ugh, I’m not gonna say much more except I was happy.

Now Brandon was not what you would call super fine, but he was aiight. He is about 6 ft 1, chocolate complexion, with dreads and the biggest lips you ever seen and he knew how to use them! Out of the three years we were together, our relationship went from love to hate. Then things changed. He never put his hands on me, but his verbal abuse stung much worse. He would say stuff like “My shit is platinum. Everybody wants me,” “You are my bitch,” “You're my everything, but she could do it better.”

It was crazy being with him. Not even four months after we started talking, I found out about this girl he was talking to a year before we got together named Latoya. They were still talking to each other – they never broke up while he was talking to me. I had to admit I was hot about that situation, but what we had was good, so I let it ride.

He would always come up with reasons why that relationship was not all that – saying stuff like: “She gives me money, is you gonna do that?” I knew he had other girls on the side I didn’t know about. I learned about them from Latoya.

The Break-up
In June 2008, I really felt like he started to act funny towards me after I had a miscarriage. I was only two month pregnant and I honestly think it happened because of all the stress he put me through. The last straw was occurred while I was pregnant – I gave him my sidekick to hold cause he didn’t have no phone, so I could get a hold of him when I needed to. But all of a sudden, when I called him - he was busy all the time. It turns out he was running up my minutes with the next chick! It was this girl named Lala that he still talks to now.

When I finally contacted him, I told him I don’t want to talk to him no more I just want to be free and I want my phone back. That’s when he told me okay “If you want your phone back give me $200!” So, reluctantly, I told him when I got paid I’d give him the money, so I could get my phone back. I thought that was the only way cause this fool was crazy and I didn’t want to piss him off. So that Thursday I shot him the money. But Karma is a bitch cause not even a week later he got shot and I went to the hospital to go see him, and I felt bad for him, but I found out he was asleep, so I reached into his jean pockets when I went up to the room and got my money back, plus an extra hundred then I left. To this day he has no idea.

-Danni 18