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I TRUST YOU

I TRUST YOU!

I trust you to make the smart decision(s) as those decisions pertain to our daughter. I trust you ensure that she is taken care of mentally, emotionally, and physically. We share the life of someone special. A child. A child given to us by God. A child. Better than money, better than cars, far superior to any drug induced high. One of the most beautiful gifts in this world is a child...and when blessed with one you must do your most for them. I trust that you will. So you have made mistakes and bad choices, that's okay...we all have. But for every mistake, you've done your fair share of things correct. I ask that you find a way to teach both (mistakes/correct) to our daughter. Explain each, provide detailed account...shit..show her the result of doing things the right and wrong way. Teach her how to be a woman...more than that...teach her how to be a responsible, goal oriented, over achieving, self reliant and efficient woman. Show her what it is like to be strong, show her what it is like to lead, show her what it's like to work hard towards your goals...SHIT...SHOW HER HOW YOU FUCKING SUCCEED IN LIFE! Again...I trust that you will. You have no choice, for you a mom and moms always do what is best for their children. No matter what! Whether they have a man to share their life with or not, a real mom always shines through. A real mom preservers. I trust you are a real mom.

STEP THE FUCK UP and be the daughter, mom, sister, and best friend that everyone who loves, depends, and desperately need you to be or give me my fucking kid...REAL TALK: You're letting the wrong shit run and control your life at the moment, you may not recognize it or everyday you have to find more ways to decline it's existence...But your headed down the wrong path...you're making the situation, your life, the lives of your children and or daughter worse day by day and as much as *I love you, I can't let you do that. I am here to help you with whatever you need, whenever you need me to. I am ready to step up and help you, whenever you are ready to step up and help yourself. I have a team of people on standby that I know can/will help me with anything because that's the way we roll. I'm willing to do anything that you need that is in the best interest of our child..shit scratch that, I'm willing to do anything that you need in order to help you period. All that I ask in return is that give it your best effort, and give everything else to God.

You know how to reach me, I encourage you to do so when you know that you are ready.

Your Baby's Daddy Always,

Amari.

*Not like "eww gushy-mushy", but more like "you're my homie 4evs gurl pshh".

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