This is a different type of story, my story. Told in intervals and sections. Multiple cute little notes here and there...exposing my thoughts, trials and tribulations. Quick read chapters. Short, sweet and not so sweet accounts that made or broke me...💔

With that in mind, my expensive purple panties were fabulous, gripping my Grade A bubble, jiggly booty like they loved me long time💅. Let me stop lying. These cheap ass knock off purple lace panties made my ass itch and my clit uncomfortable.
     I know Miss Toris had an attitude. Like, "Bitch...since you made a hundred thou a year and  you're still a penny-pinching, cheap, bougie chick, stop adorning my vulva with knock off fabric that nearly gave my thighs a rash."

Get it together, love. Thank you...

Girl, think positively.

I forced a smile, trying to forget about my daddy lying in a rehab facility, weak and sickly from a massive stroke.

Modeling my appearance in the bedroom mirror, I gave my best puppy dog look, clad in a long, huge-belted trench coat standing in my living room. I looked so Beyonce Knowles “Ring the Alarm,” but I wasn’t angry.

Oh, nah, nah, what's my government name?

Hmmm, I'm Rosaline Cowart.

Act like ya know...