This white girl I dated in New Jersey... She was bad... Half Italian, Half Cuban. She was ridiculously jealous, and had issues at home. She showed the jealousy early on, but being a young dumb nigga at the time, I chalked it up to, "she really into a nigga". After awhile it stopped being cute. She would make all these accusations against me. Like, she had her own whip, so if we was hanging out, she would drop me off back home in Brooklyn. Now if it was still early, I would run over to my man's house and chill there for a minute. In the meantime, she would get home, call my crib, and when she found I wasn't there (this was in the early 90s before cell phones and beepers), she assumed off rip that I was with some other broad. Or if we was walking down the street, and she saw a chick size me up, it was automatically MY fault, and I would be accused of looking at the chick.
Now, by nature, I'm a pretty mellow and laid back type of nigga, don't really lose my temper or my cool. But after awhile I had to really let loose on this broad. She would accuse me of doing dirt, and I would be like "nah, you wrong", and then she'd keep on. And then I'd have to break fool and scream on her, and THAT'S when she would get the point and shut up, and then apologize. I started to peep game that she was like that cause of the way she grew up, with her parents constantly beefing like that. But I wasn't comfortable being with someone who could get me to step outside my personality like that. The only time she would hear a nigga was if he bossed up on her.
