Los Angeles, California

1:12 PM

July 9, Wednesday

I sat in my car with Scarr while on Instagram live getting ready to address the four little pigs who had some to say about me and my husband.

I used my other phone to watch some of the main clips theshaderoom had posted from the interview video.

Scarr started laughing.

"These bitches wildin', that shit is crazy."he said while firing up a blunt.

I could tell he was upset but he didn't let it affect him.

I rolled my eyes hard.

"Okay let me start here, so for y'all to claim that you're suffering from mental health issues due to the fact that Scarr put hands on you that's really fucked up. 'Cause for one three out of four of you knew and knows that he has a disorder himself. One that has been present in his life for over thirty years, and one that would most likely affect his mood and entice him to behave that way. I'm not making any excuses or anything, these are all one hundred precent known facts that he's even expressed to the public plenty of times. Umm also I don't really want to accuse anybody of lying but each and every last one of you are lying about having a mental disorder. Especially one that was caused by

Scarr abusing you."I said before reading some of my comments.

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I showed Scarr my mama's comment and we laughed.

Before I started back watching the clips he tongued me down, off camera though.

When he finished, I wiped the excess saliva and spit from around my mouth.

I accidentally watched the same clip over causing me to talk my shit all over again.

"'I suffer from a', shut the fuck up. You bitches don't suffer from shit but a broken heart. You're mad and you're fucking delusional. Y'all are just upset that I'm where you wanna be and you couldn't hold onto what I have. Ain't shit wrong with y'all because if it was, you wouldn't have went to this bitch's shitty ass podcast. You would've took it to the fucking judge when the shit first happened. You would've had receipts and you would've took it to the fucking police. Not the fucking shaderooom, not a fucking podcast, not fucking Instagram live, and not fucking YouTube. Y'all look dumb as fuck, broke as fuck, and stupid as fuck. Don't sit up here and lie trynna get a fat check off of my man 'cause the shit ain't gone happen."

Scarr kissed my cheek before reaching into the backseat and grabbing his food.

"Y'all finally realized that you've become redundant now that im here to stay, and you want that old thing back but you can't get it back. It's gone with the wind. I'm the wind bitch, it's gone with me....That's sad that you bitches wanna break up a happy home and try to get this man sent away from his family."I shook my head while daydreaming.

"You the wind?"Scarr asked me while laughing and I nodded while smiling.

I reached over and held his face before kissing his lips.

He had ranch and shit on his mouth from the wing he had just ate but I didn't care, I licked all of that shit off.

Ion care what we had going on, this is my man and I'll forever defend his honor even when I know he's done wrong in the past.