I was in a bizzare pseudo-relationship with a man who goes by Spooky. No, that isn't some kind of strange nickname I gave him that represents his dong or personality quirk. Spooky is the name he introduced himself as six years ago and what I continue to call him.
There can be a lot said about the five years we spent together, but I thought I'd sum it up with memorable quotes:
Hold this gun.
Will you come over later and undo my hair.
You gon be my bitch, my ho, or my girlfriend. You decide.
Miss, how's life treating you.
Good girl.
It's not alright for a dad to go to jail for longer than three years.
From phone calls to the police, to broken windows, to steak in weed butter, to exhaustive screaming matches, it doesn't take a genius to figure out ours was a destructive and abusive relationship. I know now everything I never want to have in a relationship, but I don't regret for a moment the sloppy nights out, or the clumsy videogaming, or the seriousness weirdness that was my five years with Spooky.
