Things didnt go as planned with the house and Will never actually moved us down there. I loved my apartment and by early 2007 I was living a peaceful life. I wasnt getting anymore phone calls from Stonia or Ms. Tommie. Will was paying the rent and the bills and flying in and out of town so I didnt have to deal with headaches from him all the time. I didnt have to cook for him every night and take care of his bullshit. I was in my own apartment, and had a big brand new truck, no one could tell me anything. I didnt have to worry about Wills momma and his sister anymore and their negative attitudes and vibes and I still had him. He wasnt going anywhere. They forgot that he had to deal with me, I had his son, I had Lil Will.

They were the ones missing out because they could only see Lil Will through his dad. I would not communicate with Ms. Tommie and Renee. They werent able to call me. If they did, I wouldnt answer. I wasnt bringing my son over to them. They had to wait until Will was in town and took his son to them.

I heard on the streets and in the hair salon all these rumors about how Rick Rosss mom kicked me out of the house and beat me up. When I heard rumors I had to confront them and tell people what happened. Thats the only way you can get the truth out there. I knew Stonia was the one who had put all the shit out there. She always tried to f**k with me because Will treated me so much better than her. She always wanted to make me look bad. But I could care less because he was mine as much as I wanted him. I was f**king him when I wanted to f**k him. He was flying me around town and buying me nice shit. That dumb bitch stayed in a house he owned where she couldnt change the locks if she wanted to. I had my own place and his name was not on it even though he was paying for it. It would still be my place even if he stopped. And I had a big-ass SUV with TVs while she was driving around with her two kids in a Beatle Bug. The girl didnt wanna see me on any level. She could never walk in my shoes. She never did things that I did. So I didnt give a f**k about her and couldnt understand why she stayed talking about me.

Things between Stonia and I got crazy though on April 17, 2007. I had left my house to take my kids to school and on the way back home Lil Will got sick and had diarrhea in his pamper. It leaked into his car seat so I took the car set out of the truck, cleaned it out then put it on my balcony to dry. By that afternoon it was still pretty wet and I couldnt use it but I had to pick DeAngelo and DeAndre up from school. Since there was no one around to help pick the boys up I decided to seatbelt Lil Will in the back seat of the truck and head to the school, which wasnt that far and I would drive very carefully.

I was at the entrance of my apartment complex, which was gated with a keypad for security and a directory box, and I saw a little red Toyota. There was a girl standing at the keypad looking through the names for the code to push to notify her visitor she was there. I recognized instantly that it was Stonia because of orange-red hairweave even though it wasnt her car. I u-turned my car and came around, tooted the horn, rolled down the window and leaned out and said, Hey, you looking for me? I knew she had to be but couldnt find my name since the apartment was under my mom and step-dads name and she didnt know that.

Off of Tias Diary: Deeper Than Rap

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