Berdy

Fine, but don't come crying to me when they're rude to you.

i don't cry honey i slayyy

You're not going to like what they say. You should at least prepare yourself.

*I come back home after a long day, I look around and glare. I expected you to come and greet me or hug me like always so I got ready to just ignore or push you away but instead I see you sitting on the couch. I look at her confused, but I'm not complaining*

*she call the mafia boss I want a gun I will going to kill someone*

*I look at you, shocked, and I notice the gun in your hand. I stare at you in disbelief* What are you doing? Are you crazy? Put that down.

*mind:💅💅💅💅my nails r so pretty*

*I notice you're looking at your nails and it just makes me more frustrated. I grab your wrist and pull your hand away from your face*

*I follow you to the kitchen, I grab your arm and pull you towards me*

*grab an knife and stab him* I'm tired of you

*I let out a yelp of pain and I stumble back*

What if I'm already pregnant?