Journalism & Chill Chapter VI: Pussy & Comedy part II- Death & Fame.πŸŽ€πŸ”«βš οΈπŸ’¦πŸ’•

After texting Morgan and telling him what I had walked into once I came home, He declared to me what he was going to do with of course him being philosophical. In my mind, I was angry but I knew how to control myself because I knew if I were to give violence, I would and could loose everything including the one thing I take for granted, my stand-up comedy career, so I acted very assertive and knowing how much power I have here.

This man who is supposed to be MINES is in MY bed with another woman who isn’t ME, and he is so blantantly open about it as if I am not around or not married to him. I continue to let him do his thing and conduct himself the way he is, while I am out filing divorce papers and working on my stand-up comedy career. I have a podcast coming out soon produced by Morgan and I am also in the works of creating and filming my stand-up comedy special for a streaming network and the pay out was big. I had all my cards in a deck and so I had to pay attention to how I act and how I spoke. I found myself an apartment in Downtown Brooklyn and I was even getting romantic with Morgan which in turn he kept me happy in the bedroom and in the finance department. We kept our romance a secret and because I am now in the spotlight as a C-list celebrity and a few blue checkmarks by my name, I was working very hard to keep everything together. But on the inside, I was dying. My heart was broken due to my husband’s infidelities and actions, I was upset at the fact that I found myself in the arms of another man and it was also upsetting me that I had to start my life all over again. I kept God and prayers around me.

The prayers were needed for sure because there is no way that I can still continue to work and move smoothly even though things were crashing on me. The night before the big stand-up special that I have to perform and film I came home to get ready for the next day. I didn’t go to my apartment that night, I went to the home my husband and I shared, when I came home and went to the bedroom I saw my husband dead.

He was laying in a pool of blood with clothes on, laying face up on his back on MY bed. I immediately screamed and called police. The police came along with an ambulance and they came in my home. They studied the body and questioned me. I told them that I just came home and found my husband like this. They gathered evidence from my bedroom and even took some swabs and dusted around my room for fingerprints. In my head I had a strong feeling that the bitch he was cheating on me with killed him. I am not sure for what, but her name and cum is all over this scene. I wasn’t going to interfere with this investigation.

This situation came at the wrong time at the wrong place. Because now, I had to really put on a show and I had to keep myself together. I texted Morgan later on that night to let him know what happened and within no more than 30 minutes he came to my home to console me and to just be with me. He told me that he could call the film directors and crew to cancel the show tomorrow night and request a different date from the venue. He emphasized that I couldn’t do the show like this. I gathered a few things from the bedroom such as clothes and shoes and I left the bedroom by closing the door behind me.

I didn’t bother with the bedroom for two weeks. While my husband’s body is getting autopisied and takened care of, I realized that my husband had a life insurance policy and it was around 80 million dollars. My husband was wealthy and he worked a 9 to 5 as well as other legitimate avenues. I met with my husband’s lawyer to talk about the policy and how I was going to bury him and other legalities surrounding his death. I also was cooperating with the authorities regarding my husband’s death, with everything going on, this was the first time I had to take a pause on my stand-up comedy career, and thank god I had Morgan on my side to help me deal with it all. I had other small support that was nothing major but very distant.

Morgan and I had re-scheduled a date for the filming and performance. We had everything lined up and so a week before filming I had gotten word from the police that they had a suspect and DNA with oter evidence to prove that the person who killed my husband was his mistress. She had confessed to the murder after lying about it for days and even weeks. Once detectives told her lawyer about how they connected the crime to her, on the advice of her lawyer, she finally confessed and stated why; because she wanted money for rent and he questioned her about the money that he had already had given her. Because he questioned her, that gave her a reason to kill him.

My husband was fucking with a bumb ass bitch. He was fucking bitches who had no job, no skills and nothing to offer. Her income came from his income. She knew he was married and because he was a wealthy man, in her eyes, she saw oppurtunity. I cannot believe and in some ways had me angry that he was sticking his big ass dick that was MINE in some gutter-ball ass broke hoe. Well I hope that stupid ass bitch gets a income in PRISON cause that is where she will spending the rest of her life and sadly I get the last laugh. I will be the one spending his money and she won’t. I got to actually talk to this bitch behind bars. I went to jail where she was being held before the hearing because she already pleaded guilty. I started off with a hello, then I introduced myself and told her why I was here. I told her that I am here to get answers about her and my husband’s affair, She told me her story and how my husband and her met. It was a long and interesting story. She was candid, given me names and places and even dates where they would go shopping. She also pleaded with me of why she would serve a short sentence stating that she would leave the city and of course she stated that due to an agreement that her and my husband had that he owed her $3,000 dollars. I said to her that she was needed to understand that she fucked a married man and that My name is on everything including all his income and that because of the pain and suffering she caused me, That she better learn how to make it in prison. I got up and pushed the chair in and left the jail.

Shortly after the meeting I went to the courthouse to hear the charges and verdict. This was a hearing and no trial would be happening due to the fact the pleaded guilty. She didn’t take a plea deal because there wasn’t one on the table until today. She accepted a deal to serve five years behind bars in a minimum security prison, serve another five on parole. So she gets a 10 year sentence and I got a lifetime full of trauma. I didn’t say a word and I looked at her with no blinking of the eyelids and a resting bitch face that could kill crews. By the way, the charges she got was Murder-first degree, Sexual assault- first degree and Aggravated assault-second degree and Manslaughter- second degree. All of them were felonies and so her life was screwed.

Days after the court hearing I burried my husband. I bought him a casket and a tomb stone. I gave him a proper funeral with inviting his family and friends and co-workers. His brothers and sisters, Cousins and Mother spoke at his funeral. I didn’t speak. I sat down during the proceedings and handled all the difficult things such as venue and grave site, casket and a after funeral reception and invites as well as pall-barers and drivers for the casket carrying. Everything went according to plan and he was burried properly. After being consoled by family members, friends and his co-workers, the funeral ended. Five days went by where I didn’t see anyone and now that the investigation is over, a conviction happened, it was time for me to move out of the home and sell it which I did. I remolded the home, cleaned up the bedroom and remolded it as well with a spiritual cleansing, I was able to move. I was able get rid of all the things that happened in this home and move into my beautiful apartment. I also was able to film my first major motion picture stand-up comedy special.

I performed the stand-up at a venue called Douglass comedy club in Downtown Brooklyn with 800 people in attendance. Before filming the performance, I had film an introduction to the stand-up which I was preparing for days because I wanted this to be very deep- interpersonal and intimate session for me and my audience. After filming the introduction, I head on over to the venue for rehearsal plus hair and make-up. I looked very good and was ready to perform and had my lines and jokes prepared. I went out there and killed the stage.

The Stand-Up special is called Roses and Joints and it will be on the big streaming nextwork in two weeks and now we are doing promotions for it with myself booking an interview on One late night talk show and a morning radio show interview as well. Im finally making it into comedy. I am riding high off my own clout. Everything is going perfect. Morgan and myself are officially dating and we even claimed each other on social media. It was the biggest headline on all the gossip channels as well as on social media with now the blog’s mentioning my name. As good as all of this is, I was beginning to feel a since of uneasiness, being famous wasn’t safe for me due to the circumstances I dealt with two weeks prior. I was feeling like someone was watching me and someone close to me was betraying me. I was feeling a since of paranoia around me, and couldn’t shake it.

After coming home to my place after doing a few open mics, Morgan called me to ask if I can see him. I told him he could come by and we can chill with each other. Morgan came over 40 minutes later under the influence of alcohol. He wasn’t too drunk but he wa tipsy enough to let it be known that he want’s to eat my pussy. He kisses me and without question I let him pull down my panties and go to town. Everytime that Morgan plays with my clitoris I get such a euphoric feeling thats kind of like being under the influence of a psychedelic drug. He knows how to speak my love language and thats a very wonderful feeling. I never knew that in a midst of such pain and unhealthy situations that I would meet Morgan. A man whois so skilled and gifted and wealthy in comedy would even meet me and give me a chance to show my skills, and even love the shit out of me so passionately, it was all too good to be true.

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