Dear Stranger We built together. He was my bestfriend. His last management was stealing money so as a wife I stepped in when he asked the person he trusted the most in , after he was at a club that got shot up. As women we definitely know how to be supportive and be organized. We created a new company and I asked him if I could build a studio so he would have a comfortable place to work and put money back into the very industry that supported us. We would help new artists, producers, and have a nonprofit and a kids summer music camp.
Also provide a place for his friends to make money as well. To get people in I built a radio room first and we offered it to the radio personalities we knew would bring more artists for interviews and with every visit we would show them the rest of the facility and they loved it, it was an amazing experience. He was their father before he was my husband so they deserved that respect. My abortion in killed a part of me, and I will always wonder. This industry is hard on love, easy with temptation.
It got hard for us to work together. Even when I would go on the road and see women he messed with or confronted on social media, it made me insecure so I stopped going on the road.
It makes you a different person, I started to do drugs heavily, almost overdosed twice and when he got someone pregnant it broke me, but somehow we still worked through it for 2 years trying to feel the way we once felt about eachother and we began to fight more and try harder to love more. I began to retaliate and then feel worse about my marriage and myself. The words I spoke yesterday I wish I could take back because my love for him since the day I looked in his eyes one morning in Vegas will always be there.
I judged wrongfully when it came to him and his babymothers and I was wrong too believing in everything that he said about them. There are always 3 sides. His little girls are so beautiful and smart and funny, sometimes I would watch them sleep and just wonder how they would be when they got older.
Would I get to watch them be bratty teens? Watch Tyree argue over boyfriends and tell him to let them love freely and us just be there if their little hearts got bruised? Holidays and future graduations? Watch them love my babies as their siblings? All these things I excitedly looked forward to. We built a beautiful place and we worked really hard for what we had together.
I believe her but no money was ever just my money it was our money it was our vision, it was our little world we were building for us and those we got money with. Its true it feels like a death and for me it felt like 3 at once.