I left the court house and I headed directly back to my girlfriend’s house, where she lived at home with her mom. I noticed that, tail grabbing my ass, was Sista Beast, beast, and youngest beastlet in the back.

     I thought to myself, why would anyone bring a crowd to the court house then have them wait in the car, especially your kid? But then, this is the beast’s way of thinking. It’s fucked up, and that is all there is to it.

     When I arrived at my girlfriend’s house, she was outside waiting for me. I had called her on my cell to inform her of this situation. When I pulled in the driveway, the fireworks began.

     I got out of my Jeep and they stopped in the street, rolled down the window, and began to yell the most ridiculous things at us. Remember that my girlfriend was her friend, so they were both a little mad.

     But why?

     The yelled all kinds of dirty language, and threatened us and told us we would be dead, to not get caught by the Sista Beast anywhere or we were dead. Keep in mind, Sista Beast is a very healthy, well fed mammal.

     She stands about 5′ 8″ and tips the scales at around a good 250. She never has worn any kind of makeup to cover her pale skinned, zit-scarred, face that’s as wide as it is long. Her hair has not seen ANY shampoo in who knows how long, so it’s just a big, oily mess.

     And as for her clothes? I don’t even wanna go there. Let’s just say I would hate to be the washing machine once her panties (I almost gagged) are thrown inside and clang the bottom. When she pulls them off, I bet it has the same sound effect as a brown paper bag getting crumpled up.

     Well anyway, these two moronic bitches with a 5 year old girl in the back are threatening us and using horrible language. My girlfriend and I called 911 and upon the phone hitting our ear to talk, they finally drive away.

     We didn’t really call, we faked it, just to make them leave.

     But this was to be the kind of shit my girlfriend I would have to deal with for the next year. We got phone calls, emails, messages left on our MySpace, until we started to block beast from getting to us.

     We ignored all the threats and decided to move in together, a month after the divorce. Our relationship was clicking, and I was totally in love with this girl. I felt like the luckiest man alive, and I felt like I had finally found true love. THIS is what it’s all about!!

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