I used to love a ngga like his problems was MY problems. If he was down, I was figuring out how to lift him up. If he had a dream, I was pushing him toward it. If he needed somebody, I was right there every mf time. Whole time, when I started drowning, that same ngga ainโt even notice the water rising. That taught me to stop giving husband level support to a ngga giving me bare minimum love.