My version of being spoiled ain’t about the money… it’s about how you treat me. How gentle you are, how you talk to me, how you cater to me, how you love me, protect me, and pour into me. Anybody can spend money. Not everybody knows how to make you feel loved. That’s the real luxury.
I ain’t never claimed to be innocent. 😭 I’ll tell you exactly where I was wrong. I’ll apologize when I mean it. I’ll own my attitude, my mouth, my decisions. What I WON’T do is let somebody paint me like I woke up and randomly chose violence. 😂 Every version of me somebody hates was created by an experience they conveniently leave out. I’m not proud of every reaction… but I know exactly what triggered it. That’s the difference.
I’m so talked out, im not addressing anything anymore. The answers you want are always in people’s actions. I no longer want an explanation as to why people chose to be weird when it comes to me. Your actions were enough for me to realize you’re not who I THOUGHT you were