I always thought being with a dope boy was never an option. It seemed too dangerous for this little suburban girl from Kentucky. I would view that lifestyle from the outside looking in, always thinking to myself, "how could they be involved in such dangerous activity?" I never understood why they would involve themselves in a life that takes our young people away from this earth on a daily basis...until I met HIM.
He approached me in the mall one day as I was shoe shopping. He introduced himself like a true gentleman. After a 20 minute conversation, he offered to buy me anything in the store. Of course, I allowed him to do so. We met outside at my car and his generosity didn't stop there. After a mere hour of knowing him, he asked me for a date that night offering me everything except the world. He was so sweet, such a gentleman, and it was clear that he really wanted to get to know me. Did I mention that he was OFF THE CHAIN fine?! :)
It only took that first night for me to be totally swept off my feet. After the first date we were inseparable. In the first 2 weeks of us dating he must have spent at least $4,000 on me. I had yet to ask him what he did, probably because in the back of my mind I already knew. I mean come on, we were spending every waking moment together, minus the few short moments when he had to make "quick runs". We were absolutely indulged in each other. When we were together, nothing or no one else mattered.
After the first couple of months, he started asking to do small favors for him. "Take these Louie bags and put them here for me", "count this for me". Then we started taking trips together. Some were within the country, some were exotic - Jamaica, Virgin Islands, Amsterdam, even Brazil. You see that picture above? That's St. Bees Island, Australia...these were the kind of trips we were taking. Everywhere we went it was lavish! $1500 a night hotel rooms, crazy room service, and of course my personal favorite...shopping sprees. My boo took such good care of me, there was nothing I couldn't have. I guess that was my reward for being such a loyal girlfriend, and not ever causing him any stress. I never asked him anything. When I had to transport bags I never even peeked inside. When I had to count the money I never took one dollar. And why would I? I've always been an appreciative person, you take care of me, I'll do the same for you.
Life was good, everyday with him was like a honeymoon. After a little over a year, he proposed. Of course I said yes, and we immediately began making plans for the future. We couldn't wait to buy houses and start having kids. Three days after he proposed, I was walking out to my brand new Lexus IS 250 from the mall, when I was met by the Feds. They escorted me to their car and questioned me about my man, my involvement with him, and informed me that he had been taken into custody. My mouth was sealed shut - I don't know shit. About two hours later they let me go, and as soon as I got home he called me. They denied him bail, and had his court date set for the following Monday.
Walking into court that morning was like walking a plank. I already knew they were gonna get him. They found $2.1 million worth of "work" in his car. Good thing I was an obedient girlfriend, because before I had left for the mall the day they got him, he told me to take the bags to another location. So fortunately nothing was at the house at the time. After two hours of arguments and testimonies from snitches that were supposed to be his homies, they sentenced him to 20 years in prison without parole. My heart sank. To this day, that is the saddest day I've ever experienced. I just lost the love of my life.
I'll admit, the life was good. It was fast, lavish, and exciting. Endless shopping sprees, closets full of brand new purses, shoes, and clothes that I hadn't even worn yet. But, I would've given up all of that just to have him with me again. Its been over four years since I lost him to the system. We stayed together for about 6 months after he got locked up, but he broke it off because he couldn't stand to see me in pain. He wanted me to live my life. Even knowing what he was doing, I will never look at him in a negative way. He was my KING, despite whatever illegal activity he was involved with. That was a heart-wrenching experience, one that I'll never forget. Was it worth it? I still don't have the answer.
