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and everything about him screamed boss. Matt wasn’t the hand-to-hand dude; instead, he employed almost all of the little dope boys in the city. Matt had connections far and wide and even had the police on his payroll. Matt had a criminal enterprise worth millions. His tall, statuesque physique, smooth chocolate skin, perfectly straight white teeth, and the perfect set of waves on his head made every girl in the hood fall at his feet trying to get his attention. Chicks were literally fighting over Matt in the streets, I had witnessed it myself. Mad chicks hated me and wanted to take my position as his girl. Matt had money and charisma. Not to mention, he had the swag of Jay-Z and Rick Ross put together since his jewelry and watch game was on bling and his clothes were always of the best quality. I don’t think I had ever seen him in anything that cost less than a stack each piece.
    Of all the chicks in Virginia Beach, I was the chick who had snagged him and got wifed by him. There were a lot of people in the hood who couldn’t understand why he had chosen me. For some reason, Matt had pursued me relentlessly after he first laid eyes on me in the club. I couldn’t believe it when Matt was so hard-pressed for my number because I was nowhere near his status. Shit, I was still living in the projects with my crackhead mother and boosting food and clothes just to get by. The one good thing I always did was attend school and get good grades. Later Matt told me that part of the reason he wanted me was because he knew I was one of the few chicks in the hood who went to school every day and he also found it honorable that every other dude around the way hadn’t been with me and talked about it. No, I wasn’t that type of chick. I was so focused on being the opposite of my drug addict, pussy-selling, trifling-ass mother that I made sure I carried myself totally different. I wanted out of the hood so I figured the only way to do it was to stay in school; who knows maybe I’d go to college and end up with a good job or something.
    I mostly stayed to myself, went to school, and never paid the dope boys any mind. Until Matt pushed up. His approach was different, yet I still played hard to get. He had been the perfect gentleman. He was always respectful, sent me flowers, and bought me loads of gifts all before I even agreed to go on the first date with him. Once I did go out with him, I was immediately in love. Matt treated me like a precious diamond and in turn, I was as loyal a woman as they come.
    By 2003 and within a year of our first date, Matt had changed my life, but of course, I found out real fast that the good life with Matt came at a high price. I had literally lost my sense of self. I wasn’t interested in attending college anymore because Matt had convinced me that we would always have money. I had everything a girl could ask for, except friends and my family. I became the envy of every girl in my neighborhood. I had never really experienced blatant jealousy on that level before. It was a real lonely-ass life. Girls would throw rocks at my windows. Throw shade on my name in the streets. Anything to get Matt for themselves. It was crazy. Matt was busy with his business and slowly but surely he was making less and less time for me. Everybody wanted Matt and in the beginning he made me feel like he didn’t want anybody but me. He used to always tell me not to even think about other chicks because I was his number one. He referred to me as the first lady all of the time. During those early months, Matt and I spent lots of time together going out to eat, shopping, fucking, and just being a solid couple. Then it happened, for the first time after we had been together two years, drama and bullshit came into our relationship and it was all because of the hoes.
    Another Saturday had come and I was sitting on the edge of the bed watching Matt get his shit together to go out while he was expecting me to