Recently, a couple I have known for a long time split up—much to the surprise and disappointment of everyone around them. They were the kind of couple that threw amazing dinner and cocktail parties, who were the picture of love and affection everywhere they went, and generally made you feel good whenever you were…
I can’t count how many times I played Lauryn Hill’s “Ex-Factor,” singing along to the lyrics, woefully aware of the fact that she was telling my life with her song. I couldn’t let him go. I couldn’t get him out of my system. I kept letting him back in.
At the top of 2017, I brought in the New Year with a girlfriend and we wished for positivity and stability. Literally two weeks later the relationship ended.
Niggas have been trippin' a lot lately, bringing all the Louis Vuitton luggage with them. Let's unpack, shall we?
