Once again Islam comes up with an excuse. This time it’s an injury.
I always knew I would be part of the White House event. Even when the UFC told me at one point that they wouldn’t count on me for the event, I knew it was part of the negotiation.
When they finally told me I would be on the White House card, they mentioned Islam and I didn’t hesitate for a second to accept the fight.
Even though the fight hadn’t been officially confirmed yet, the White House card was going to be announced the next day. And when I woke, I found out that Islam had gotten injured.
And then Justin Gaethje appeared.
Once again, someone else who will pay for Islam’s escape.
Both of their manager is a bitch and also ugly as hell.
Justin, see you at the White House. I’m not someone who humiliates people.
It will be quick. When you wake up, everything will already be over.
I genuinely feel his parents and that generation of parents are to blame for this discourse. My childhood was so black. I knew black music, my home was decorated with black art, I went to the movies to see black movies. Boomers made sure their kids knew their black culture.
My husband raised my daughter since she was 7. She's 28 now and always called him "dad." Then her real father got out of prison and came back into her life. Suddenly my husband got jealous. She stopped calling him dad, started using his first name, and he completely switched up. He ignores her now, pulled out of co-signing her car, and said her "real dad" should handle it. Imagine raising a child for 20+ years just to throw her away over pride. Is love really that conditional? Now I'm stuck playing mediator in a family being torn apart by ego. Am I wrong for being disgusted by his behavior?