all 200 women (who from reading the texts she sent), were all in the know about her—but not to the about-to-be-married to Victor Cruz degree.
Welp.
I’ll tell you a little story about how me and my girls get down.
I have a girlfriend who’s had her [boyfriend turned fiance’s—turned boyfriend again]’s code for YEARS. In mean literal YEARS.
We have sat up and listened to his voice mails and gossiped about his texts [that my friend kindly opens his phone and reads when he’s asleep at her house or while she’s at his] constantly.
We’ve even gone so far as to pull up on him and the side chick (from a distance) hooking up to fck (while we’d sit out in the car and count the time the girl went into his apartment to the time she left). My girl would smoke and blow her cigarette and we’d be sitting there having a pow-wow:
Me: “Girlll he’s in there GETTING it!”
Her: “Girllllll YES! Tearing it UP!”
(Other times after having gotten the deets from the text-message setup time and date to hookup, she’s gone-alone-see how the beginnings of things go: by peeping into his window right by the sliding door to his bedroom).
To this DAY, he STILL doesn’t know she listens to his voicemails and reads his texts.
But we keep it cool. You’ve gotta be smart (rather than knee-jerk reactive).
About the only time she almost gave up the ghost was when he was going for a lil’ 2 day ‘getway’ during the week (which was not unusual because he contracts in and out of town). But this time, we knew for sure, that he was stepping out of the city with a girl. The fact that the girl was the aggressor, pursuer (and paying for everything), I was able to convince my friend to
