Do all Hustlers Cheat? That’s an answer that we may never know! Is it even fair by just saying “Hustlers” and not men in general? Well that I don’t know, we have to think about what; who; and the circumstances we are talking about when we want answers to particular questions in life.

What I can say is, I grew up around the way, and 10 years ago I was the lil sis to all the fellas that played the “game”

And in this time; I have seen some (woman) not care if they were the only one, they just wanted to feel important, so sometimes my brothers would stash at they house, they even took these girls to go cop for them. I’ve seen some get lied to on the regular, and were told that they are the only ones; this lie was always brought because it was paid for. A hustlers pay day is everyday; so just because a few bills were being paid and hair and nails were always done a few of these girls really thought they were the Only Ones. Then it was the young girls who was sometimes even in high school still, so for the simple fact that an older man approached her and he was able to buy for her on top of what her parents brought her, this, (in some sorta way) gave her bragging rights at school; and just to put the icing on the cake my brother would let that one drive one of his cars when she got her license. The girls from out of town where easy for them, because they really had no way to tell if what they were being told was the truth or not.

The lies I heard and the woman that fell for them over the years are completely amazing. Then I stopped to ask myself one day, as a grown woman, could this ever happen to me? Eventually the clock runs out in every game right?

10 years later I found myself falling for the same dude that my brothers told me to stay away from, and made sure that they stayed away from me. But what do they know, I’m not 15 anymore and they’re not the ones in love with him.

No one understands Aaron like I do anyway; he loves me so much that he is risking his freedom and sometimes life for me every day. He is not even a real hustler, in my eyes he is a regular blue collar guy who just bends a few corners to get the extras in life. some may say that I’m a home body , but that’s really not the case; I’m a new mother now; so I have to take care of home, and if anything was going on my BFF Dana would definitely tell me. Plus Aaron knows that I was schooled to the tricks years ago and if I ever needed to I can call my brothers and they will be here in 29.9. 

We had a decent relationship, it was so routine. He was up at 7am he even made breakfast for me in bed on occasions. I was always going to get my hair done by the Dominicans, and was able to buy whatever I wanted at the mall. No matter what he did in the street he always made it home for dinner. On the low my babe was a home body too! He was always in the house by midnight. Always! Nah he wasn’t cheating on me, and just in case; I made sure I would sex him so good before he left that he wouldn’t want to cheat on me, he would be too exhausted!

Monday night I drop the baby off at my mother’s house cause I was going to get my hair done 1st thing Tuesday morning, when I got in the car I noticed some type of oil, on the head rest. I tried to hurry up and wipe it off as I thought to myself that it must of been from my hair when Aaron and I went to dinner last night.

As I sat in the hair shop, its normal to hear all of the ladies talk about their men problems, and never in my life did I ever feel the way they feel or been through what they been through. Usually I drown myself in a magazine or book, (whatever the latest is from T. Freeman) but this day was so odd, I had neither with me and I couldn’t help myself but to start to think about Aaron. After I had my doubts of him I always felt so silly, because it was never true. I reached in my purse to grab my cell phone to call him, just to tell him I loved him, but he didn’t answer, and this was a 1st. just  me being myself; I tried not to worry but it’s in a woman’s nature to panic just a little. Where could he be? I hope nothing’s wrong… just a few of the questions that were dancing on the merry-go-round in my head. I finished getting my hair done, picked up the baby and went back home.

On the ride home, I heard my phone beeping to alert me that I had a new text message, I was driving with the baby in the car so I didn’t dare stop to look at it, and I figured it was either Aaron calling me back or Dana saying that she just got in from a wild date and was sorry for missing our hair appointment. once I got home and was settled I saw that the house phone had messages as well, which was odd, usually everyone calls our cells, okay now I’m shaking, I’m so nervous…

I sat at the kitchen table and listened to the 1st of three messages that were left. All females for my sweet Aaron. 1 was thanking him for a great night and she can’t wait to do it again. 1 said to check the glove box in the car for a secret gift she left him. And the other was a shock me for. A female telling me that she knows all about me, and she doesn’t think she should have to be kept a secret anymore. She was calling to let me know that she was fucking my man too!

I couldn’t believe what was happening to me in front of my eyes, all I did was get up to go to the Hair Salon. Was this my pay back for covering up my brothers lies all those years? I knew they were wrong, but I never told the females, was I really riding on the wrong team, but just didn’t realize two years to come? Was I fool to think that Aaron was so different, were my brothers right when they told me to stay away.

As the tears started to roll down my face I couldn’t help but think to myself, what did I do wrong? Was it because I gained weight with the baby? Am I boring in bed now? Am I not cooking what he loved, is it the way I were my hair now? What do I have to do different?

I started crying so hard that I started to shake, then I realized that I couldn’t control the shaking, it wasn’t me shaking, it was Aaron. I finally woke up and realized that I was looking in the eyes of my love, it was all a dream and he was trying to wake me.

Later that day I called Dana and she came by, we laughed and joked about the whole thing. Until the baby began to cry and I couldn’t get him to stop for nothing. Dana and I tore the house up looking for his binky, until I realized that I left it in the car, which Aaron has today. I went in the kitchen to use the phone to call him, until I heard it ringing in the house somewhere, I then thought to myself, please don’t tell me that he left his phone home! But something in my stomach deep down told me to look up, and I did. It was Dana’s purse that was ringing!

DAMN! Talk about your insecurities Vs intuition…