These bitches is make you go the other way in the Bahamas
These bitches is make you go the other way in the Bahamas
Complete the confession. Good night Bahama Drama please keep me anonymous. I’m a queer male between the ages of 19 – 26. I work in the hotel industry in Nassau.
I chose this life about 4 and a half years ago because of my ex-fiance cheating on me to many times and and her lying to my face. Before this I was a decent young Catholic boy trying to make something of himself and trying to make my family proud of me.
I picked the wrong female. This girl had me stocking her months later to be able to prove that she was going where she claims she was going including to work and even her girlfriend’s house.
All along she was seeing this man who lived 2 corners from the light on Kemp road on the first right I don’t feel comfortable saying which house because I don’t want anymore trouble I no longer into women.
Anyways I put a small tracker in her purse back in her bag way back 4 years ago in May.
Next thing you no I leave work because my phone showing me she leaves work after I drop her off a hour later.
I follow the GPS to the house wit many weird looking dude’s across the street looking but not saying nothing to me. But I follow the signal location and circle the house.
After a while I got to a closed window and I heard my fiance getting her life changed. I swear to God I wanted to get murdered by anybody at that moment and I new that I was in the right place for it to happen.
As she called out this niggas name loudly, also I could hear the would be cry’s of the people at my upcoming funeral.
Because I was ready to do something crazy because of that kind of disrespect.
I thought about throwing a big rock through the window and even though there were cars in the yard I even thought about kicking down the door.
But somehow God stopped me from doing all of what was going through my mind.
I jumped back in my car and went back to work ready to fuck up any of my supervisors or managers who had something slick to say about my absence.
Fortunately none of them had anything to say when I got back to work. Maybe because I was a excellent worker still.
A week later me and my boss started to date and I kicked the trifling bitch out of my apartment and I’ve been happy ever since even though I’m single now.
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I’m truly sorry that you went through such a tragic situation. But with a little prayer, we believe that you would have found peace that day and afterwards…
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