Capri

She's a homie hopper. She's confused. She doesn't take accountability for anything. She's f*cking her way through all her brothers' friends.
I've heard more than a few of those when people talk about me, and I have even felt the same way my damn self. I didn't know what I wanted. I mean, I knew what I wanted.
I wanted marriage, love, and the commitment that I made to my husband—ex-husband. I've found myself confused after my divorce from Naheim. It would have been easier to stay and forgive him for something that broke me. It would have been easier for him to stay and forgive me for sleeping with one of his friends.
Nothing worth ever having is easy.
My personal life aside, let's also remember: I'm THAT girl. The girl who let that shit go with one hand, popping my shoulder out of place. I'm that same girl who protected both of my sisters-in-law. I'm also that girl who rides with the Inferno Gods and can hold my own on a bike. Nose swipe and spit included.