(footsteps approaching)
Hello.
Well, hello to you too.
I'm lost.
I'm sitting with you in
a coffeeshop on a Friday night
after eight p.m. which means
you're out of a halfway house
and didn't say a word.
Like, I feel really duped.
So it never
crossed your mind
that I might wanted
to surprise you?
You ruined it.
I-- I ruined it?
Yeah, you come...
Classic manipulation.
You know, my ex-girlfriend
used to do that to me.
But I've seen you on the Shave
Room kissing your ex, Tommie.
There you are, on the blogs,
holding her, kissing her
the way you hold me and kiss me,
so how am I supposed to feel?
And on top of it, your baby mama
has an issue with me.
Every time I see her
on social media talking (bleep),
I don't say (bleep) to her.
You're making it
about the wrong thing.
So, you can rein her back in
or I can just
remove myself altogether.
You let me know
what you prefer.
I'm not even gonna
attempt to do that.
That is a grown woman,
she could--
So then you like drama.
It doesn't feel good!
I swore that this feeling
that I have
I would never have again unless
someone was down on one knee!
Now I start to think,
like, is it me?
Am I crazy?
I don't understand.
Let me answer
that question for you.
It's not you--
in this case, it's me.
I definitely feel bad about
her and Moniece's feelings
because when I was
locked away,
Moniece was definitely
the type of woman
that a man in prison
would want.
So I wanted
to diffuse the situation
in the most gentle manner
that I could.
For a year and a half,
on and off,
you and I communicated,
and you were my confidant.
I cried tears
on the phone to you.
You were so supportive,
so I know you have
that ability.
I can't allow you to give me
anything less.
So...
So if you don't think
you're capable,
I will get up
and I will walk out
this door,
and whatever we had
can be dead.
I plan to co-parent
and raise my children,
that's what I plan to do.
(Moniece)
Scrapp is such a basic bitch.
I don't deserve
to be lied to, used.
But right now?
I'm looking at Scrapp
through the rearview mirror.
Cool.
Well, I wish you luck.
(dramatic music)
