You said that there was no doubt in your mind that you cared for me. You reinforced your words by hugging and supporting me. Whenever I would stress about situations concerning money, you’d get upset at my pessimism and tell me to let it be. You said baby I got your back, with me have no worries. I thought that’s cool, us against the world, my baby and me. To my surprise my fairytale came to a quick pause. I checked my bank account and forty dollars was lost. I researched the activity to see if it was a mistake. They told me there were two withdrawals and two attempts that were made. I didn’t take the money and there’s only one other person that knows my pin. You know it’s you and stealing is considered a sin. I’m your girl and whatever you need I’ll give. Instead you took from me, how will I forgive? You haven’t come forward and admitted your fault. You know I know but your mouth is shut tight like a vault. Soon I’ll bring it up and with our words we will tussle. Out of the whole argument please understand that all I want to know is, am I just a hustle?
