Constance

Imani Jones believed a man was meant to be nurtured into his true self. She often made the common mistake many women made of taking some dirt, adding blood, sweat and tears to turn it to clay, molding it, fashioning it, polishing it up and putting it in the window for display. Then, they went out and found a more refined piece of pottery to match the beauty she had bestowed in them. It was a Catch-22 and she had come to the conclusion that she was meant to be alone… A woman of affairs. Affairs that left a new scent lingering on her skin each night. Until Vincent Garvey entered the picture...

IT WASN'T JUST THE FACT THAT HE CHEATED ON HER. IT WAS THE FACT SHE GAVE HER LIFE TO PLEASE HIM AND SHE SAW THE FUCKING WITH HER OWN EYES. Dear whoever it concerns, I'm tired of niggas. Tired of going through phones and finding pictures of strange women. Tired of calls, and texts in the middle of the night from mysterious thots. Tired of giving him everything for four and five years and still not getting a ring. I'm tired of niggas! Tired of likes, loves, and compliments on other bitches pictures and never telling me I'm beautiful. I'm tired of giving up all this good head, good cooking, ...