Kinda long so I made a part two. Here is part one.
This is a true story only the names are changed. I’m Ash, a 34 year old mom of two. Married to a wonderful man. A little rough around the edges, but a wonderful man all the same. I’m average height, brunette, basically I’m what you’d call a thick white girl. I got more attention from the black guys in school and around town than the white guys. Mainly because I am thick. It was intoxicating to receive that kind of attention and that much attention all the time. So after high school I hung out with people who would go to mostly black clubs, and started dating a black guy that was a ******* dealer. So we would go to neighborhoods that I wouldn’t have normally gone to by myself. Everybody would be trying to hit on the thick innocent looking white girl. Again, I was ******* with the attention I’d get. So in the span of about 4 years, I “dated/slept” with about 5 different black guys. I ended up dating a white guy that hung around those crowds and had my two *******. He was abusive, both mentally and physically, would seek everything we owned for pills. I finally left him and never looked back. It was 3 years of not dating or anything before I met the man who would become my husband. He was different. No way this man could ever be abusive. Hard working, good ******* to his *******, good caring family. I moved 2 hours away to be with him and after a few years, we married.
This is a true story only the names are changed. I’m Ash, a 34 year old mom of two. Married to a wonderful man. A little rough around the edges, but a wonderful man all the same. I’m average height, brunette, basically I’m what you’d call a thick white girl. I got more attention from the black guys in school and around town than the white guys. Mainly because I am thick. It was intoxicating to receive that kind of attention and that much attention all the time. So after high school I hung out with people who would go to mostly black clubs, and started dating a black guy that was a ******* dealer. So we would go to neighborhoods that I wouldn’t have normally gone to by myself. Everybody would be trying to hit on the thick innocent looking white girl. Again, I was ******* with the attention I’d get. So in the span of about 4 years, I “dated/slept” with about 5 different black guys. I ended up dating a white guy that hung around those crowds and had my two *******. He was abusive, both mentally and physically, would seek everything we owned for pills. I finally left him and never looked back. It was 3 years of not dating or anything before I met the man who would become my husband. He was different. No way this man could ever be abusive. Hard working, good ******* to his *******, good caring family. I moved 2 hours away to be with him and after a few years, we married.