So here we go.. this is the story of how I flew 10 hours to Israel with my puppy in tow, to pop up on my ex and I caught him with a woman in the house..

So back in 2015 I was dating an overseas basketball player. Let’s call him Brandon lol. Things started out great. We had met in person 7 years prior but never dated. He DM’d me on IG, we hit it off. I went to visit him in Poland, ended up just staying. We were living together..

Things were going well so I opted to spend the next season with him in Israel. Now, I trusted Brandon. He was a Godly man lol. Didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, just an all around good guy. Mama’s boy. We didn’t have any cheating problems or issues like that..

So FFW.. everything was great up until a few months before the season was ending. I decided to leave Israel because my birthday was coming up and I wanted to spend it in Vegas. Remember that trip @Misskodak? Lol The plan was for me to leave Israel, go home and see my family,

Celebrate my birthday, then come back to Israel to get the rest of my clothes and stuff I left there.. and be there for the championship depending on how the season went. I booked a round trip ticket for like a month out after I left..

Alright so this is when the juice starts. I was in Phoenix at the time.. visiting @shayelogic. Brandon and I were having some issues. He was talking about taking a break but I’m like no, it’s not that deep.. we can resolve it. I didn’t wanna break up with this man lol

So rewind a bit.. Before I left Israel, Brandon had been telling me about this “yoga teacher” that he was friends with that was supposed to fly out to Israel and work with his team. When I heard “yoga teacher” I initially thought of an old white lady or something..

Thought nothing of it. So in the midst of our issues, Brandon tells me the team is flying the yoga teacher to Israel and she’ll be there for a while. Ok, cool. No biggie..

Meanwhile, Brandon’s communication done got a little dodgy while said “yoga teacher” is in town. Women’s intuition starts telling me: SOMETHINGS UP! I just remember getting on Ig and seeing the team tagged a photo of Miss Yoga teacher honey..

I click on this woman’s page and she is in fact a yoga teacher. A BIG BUSTY yoga teacher. Big ass titties, tiny waist, big old hips. Then the poses. Oh child the poses. This bitch is doing splits, touching her toes, handstands.. just bussin it wide in all the photos!

The bitch was just in the most suggestive poses possible. I’m just looking like this ain’t yoga this is HOga. This is not what I imagined at all when he told me a yoga teacher was coming lol. But I let it go.. that’s not where the issue came in..

I was really close with a couple of the wives and gf’s of the other players on the team. I was still communicating with them despite being home. So just checking in, I asked one of the girl’s how things were with the yoga teacher being around. She ends up telling me that shit is

looking kinda sus Apparently my boyfriend and Miss Yoga were coming and going together from practice every day..

And at one point she told me Miss Yoga was hanging on my boyfriends arm one day after practice saying “Brandon, can you take me to the mall and buy me some shoes?” So I’m like wtf??? Why is MY boyfriend in charge of transporting this woman to and from the facility every day when

the team allegedly flew her there and is paying her to teach them yoga.. and why is she asking my mf boyfriend to buy her shoes!? So I finally bring her up to Brandon. I’m like I’ve been hearing things but I trust you so maybe it looks bad when it really isn’t, just let me know

if there’s anything I need to know. He says nothing is going on. I ask him where she’s staying. He tells me a hotel by the beach. I ask him why she’s been riding to and from the facility with him every day. He says she only does sometimes because it’s on the way. I ask why she

felt so comfortable asking him to go buy her some shoes. He brushes it off and gives me some excuse, reassures me that everything is ok, absolutely nothing is going on between him and her. So I leave it alone y’all. A couple days go by.. I get on IG and look at this woman’s page

This bitch done uploaded a photo doing a split in MY living room. The living room of the apartment that I live in IN Israel with MY MAN. LMAO. This bitch barefoot looking real comfortable. I flip y’all.. I send him the photo and I’m like why tf is this woman in our house!?

Brandon proceeds to tell me “the gym was occupied! We couldn’t do our regular session there so I had a few of the guys come to the house and we just did it here!” Now our living room was big af so this could have been believable. But I wasn’t buying it! I DM Miss Yoga..

At this point I believe this woman is staying with him in our apartment and if he won’t tell me, maybe she will. I flat out ask her if something is going on and if she’s staying with my man. Miss Yoga reads it and leaves me on read and forwards the messages to Brandon..

Brandon calls me and he’s going OFF! “Why would you DM Miss Yoga!? This is embarrassing! This is strictly business! You’re crazy! I told you the gym was occupied, there nothing going on! I can’t believe you would so this! I’m so embarrassed blah blah blah.”

His mother ends up calling me and she’s like you’re trippin, Brandon isn’t doing anything, let that man handle his business, whatever. So my bitch ass starts to feel bad I honestly think I apologized. I’m like ok Mom called me, she says it’s nothing going on.. lemme stop.

I calm down and I start telling Shaye like ya know what.. I’m just gonna go to Israel. I miss Brandon, we’re probably fighting because we’re apart. I’m gonna surprise him. I’m not telling him I’m coming and either I’m gonna get there and he’ll be so happy and surprised to see me

since he swears he’s there alone.. or I’ll get there and that woman will be in the house and I end up in an Israeli jail I call the airline and change my return flight for a new flight that leaves in 2 days. I didn’t tell anyone I was going. Not even my mama..

I leave Phoenix, fly back to Ohio and I pack up my stuff and my puppy and hopped on that 10 hour flight to Israel. Now here’s where things got tricky. I land in Israel and I get to customs. They start giving me a hard time, asking why I’m there. Normally the team will notify

customs so that our entry and exit is flawless, but no one knew I was coming back so I got hemmed up. They’re like we need to call the team and verify this info. I start telling them like no, please don’t, I’m trying to surprise my boyfriend! Let’s figure this out another way..

They keep me there for 4 hours asking me tons of questions then they finally let me go. I hop in a cab and call Brandon to see where he is. No answer so I give the driver the address to the gym the team works out at. Get to the gym, nobody is there. Call Brandon again to no avail

So I had the cab driver take me to our apartment. Low and behold Brandon’s loaner car from the team is parked outside. Perfect! My man is home! I didn’t have a key so I wrote one of the wives on WhatsApp asking if they remembered the door code. We would always have team dinners

at our house so everybody knew the code. I buzz in and I roll me, my puppy and my luggage into the lobby. I press the elevator but it’s not working so I’m like fuck it I’ll take the steps. I leave my luggage in the lobby and mosey on up to our second floor apartment..

I get to the door. Now in Israel the doors to people’s apartments are super heavy and reinforced. They’ll have like a slot that you can look into to see who’s at the door. Ours was uncovered.. so I’m peering in and I see a woman standing at the couch putting some things in a bag

Bitch. My blood starts boiling. I’m like this bitch is in the house! This mf been lying to me this whole time! The mama been lying to me! I knew I wasn’t crazy! So I’m thinking like how can I handle this? There a big possibility that this door is locked and beating it down won’t

solve anything because Israel got these big ass bomb proof, industrial doors. So I collect my thoughts, I take a deep breath and I try the door handle. THAT BITCH OPENED YALL. THE DOOR IS UNLOCKED..

My puppy and I stroll up in that mf

Low and behold y’all, it’s Miss Yoga standing by our couch! She was talking when I walked in. The bitch froze. Stiff as a board like Medusa done turned her to stone! I don’t say a word. I just stare her down, smiling and I keep walking in to go find Brandon..

I walk to the bedroom and Brandon is sitting on the edge of the bed in his drawes with his elbows on his knees, head down, saying something to Miss Yoga. I respond to whatever he’s saying and you would have sworn this mf seen a ghost. He gasped and couldn’t catch his breath!

He jumps up and grabs me and I just start taking off on him. I’m screaming like you fucking liar! I knew it! I knew it. He starts pushing me out into the living room. Miss Yoga screams like “get off of her!” And tries to grab him. I swing on the bitch and I’m like don’t touch

nothing over here! Brandon is literally pushing me out of the house! This nigga literally threw me out of the house and locks the door with my puppy and Miss Yoga inside. I start beating on the door, kicking it to no avail. I’m in total shock..

I go down to the lobby and I just start boohoo crying. I called like two of my friends to tell them the news, like yes bitches. I’m not crazy. This shit is real! I then call Brandon’s mother. I’m yelling and cussing at her telling her her son isn’t who she thinks he is and that

everybody been lying to me and she had to know. I then get my ass on Instagram and I post photos of Miss Yoga and Brandon with some wild ass caption about how they’re fucking and Miss Yoga is a traveling whore who dms ball players for free trips pretending to be a wholesome woman

This shit ended up on some big blog But anyways Miss Yoga starts screaming because she’s been made aware that’s she’s been exposed on the internet and her brand is potentially being tarnished. Brandon’s mother calls me and she tells me to delete the post. I’m like no.. fuck

all of y’all lol. So at this point I’m devastated. One of Brandon’s teammates comes to pick me up to take me to another teammates house. He drops me off and I’m SICK. I literally stayed on their couch for 3 days, didn’t eat a damn thing, barely moved, just crying my life away..

I didn’t speak to Brandon this entire time. He tells the teammate that he wants to come over and talk to me. I’m like no, I don’t wanna talk. I know what I need to know, just tell him to book my flight back to the states and imma be on my way..

He doesn’t book shit. He ends up coming over to talk to me. We go out on their balcony and this mf proceeds to tell me it’s not what it looks like, she was only at the house because she checked out of her hotel and her flight to go back to the states wasn’t until later that

evening and she basically had no where to go she let her come there. Swearing it’s innocent. So mind you I’ve been on these people couch for 3 days crying. They have kids too that are probably like wtf is wrong this lady lol.. so I’m like take me back to the house then. I wanna

see my puppy and be in my own space and we can talk about this when we get there. He’s like ok. He scoops up my luggage. We get in the car and we start driving towards the house. Halfway there this mf pulls over to the side of the road..

He starts saying shit like “ya know, I don’t wanna take you to the house. I wanted to have it nice and clean for you when you came back. Im just gonna take you back to my teammates house.”

I’m like no! Take me to the fucking house! Idc about no mess.. I just wanna be in my own space! He tells me no. I lose it. I had two phones at the time, one of which I threw into the windshield and it cracked. I get out the car and just start kicking all the doors in..

I’m losing it. I’m pissed off, haven’t eaten in 3 days, Im telling him like take me to the house! The bitch must still be there if you won’t take me to the house!

He refuses yall.. so I take off running. I know the bitch is still at the house. There’s no way he wouldn’t not take me if she wasn’t there. Some I’m running looking for a cab. He couldn’t chase me because he was injured at the time so he got back in the car..

I find a cab and I have them take me to our apartment. I go inside, go up to the door and try. It’s locked I can see the tv light flickering in the bedroom through the perp hole and all of a sudden I hear a voice saying “BRANDON! You swore she was never coming back! You told

me you were done with her and you would call the police if she came back here! You said its just me and you! I’M PREGNANT WITH YOUR BABY AND THIS IS HOW YOU’RE DOING ME!?”

I was defeated. My heart was shattered into a thousand little pieces bruh. She was on the phone with Brandon confirming everything I needed to know. I just walked out of the building and started walking towards the beach. I called Brandon and I told him like I was at the door

I heard everything. You can have it, just send me home. I’m done. All I remember is hanging up the phone and waking up on the ground in between two cars covered in gravel. My dumb ass done passed out from exhaustion and not eating. I got up and just sat on the curb crying lmao

Brandon pulls up and hops out the car. He scoops me up and he’s saying sorry. I wanted to fight back and get him off of me but I couldn’t. I was outdone. I just sat in his arms bawling my eyes out. He puts me in the car and he’s like come on let’s go to the house..

So some time between me passing tf out and him coming to find me, Miss Yoga left the house. He finally takes me home and starts explaining everything. I made him call his mom and tell her what he’s been doing and that he’s been lying. He had this woman staying with him for

like 3 weeks! She helped herself to all of my beauty products This bitch used up my shampoo, face wash, used up my tampons. Was using my hair brushes and countless other things. Just made herself comfortable!

So Brandon and I are talking. I’m telling him like this is it, just book me a flight back home. The damage is done. I’m gonna pack my things, I wanna leave tomorrow. In the midst of that.. he gets a text from a strange number saying something like “this is the Israeli police, we

found a body at the beach. It’s believed to be Miss Yoga. We need you to come to police station blah blah blah.”

I’m like wait a fucking minute. NAH. First of all the police ain’t texting nobody, they would just show up. Secondly, it’s this psycho bitch texting you and she’s FAKING HER DEATH. Bruh

At this point I’m not even sad anymore. I’m just laughing at the lengths this woman is going through. So then I remember Brandon telling me about some alleged “deals” Miss Yoga was supposed to be helping him secure. They were for two well known brands. I’m like if this woman is

faking her death how can you trust anything else she’s saying. I start asking him questions about these deals and he ends up showing me text messages. BRUH. This woman was pretending to be representatives from the brands, texting Brandon through text app numbers, “negotiating”

the deals. Whole time it was her How he fell for it, Idfk but apparently he thought he had something with this psycho bitch. So anywho, the next day rolls around. Brandon gets a text from another random number. It’s Miss Yoga. She sent a photo holding this big ass knife

standing outside of the practice facility. The texts say something to the effect of “I’m gonna kill myself outside of the gym in front of everyone when they get here and my blood will be on your hands!”

Oh! So magically you’re alive! You died on the beach yesterday. But now you’re outside of the gym ready to die again Needless to say, the fuckery continued. She made fake pages and harassed my ex and I for weeeeks on IG..

Somehow she made it back to America. Never to be seen again, by me at least.. and after I put her and Brandon’s ass on blast on my IG, I got so many DM’s from wives and gf’s saying how she DM’d their man trying to get a flight to whatever country or city they were in..

So this was like a ploy of hers.. and my dumb ass boyfriend was the one to fall for it. I think I ended up staying in Israel for 2/3 weeks after all this shit happened because Brandon refused to book me a flight back. I slept on the couch the entire time. I wasn’t sleeping in

that tainted bed Also, she was never pregnant. When Brandon made her leave he said she came out of the bathroom with blood running down her legs faking a miscarriage. The bitch was probably just on her period being a psychopath She was a fucking but case!

Nut*

When I was living in Israel, I was the weight I am now. Like 175.. big ol healthy happy weight. I got down to 136 during that whole ordeal I was SICK y’all. Heartbreak will have you out here like a mf crackhead

But yeah, that’s my story. Brandon, you ain’t shit for that but I’m sorry, it had to be told Miss Yoga, I still wanna fuck you up and I should have beat your ass as soon as I walked in the house but the lord knew Israeli prison wasn’t a good place for me. I know you still ho’n

But peace and blessings to all parties involved

Oh and one more thing. The tweet about her being big and busty and having a crazy body. NAH. Straight photoshop. The woman looked like Fred Flintstone when I walked into that living room. I know my ex was salty upon her shapeless arrival

This story is the reason why this tweet was born! That’s the lobby of the apartment in the story https://twitter.com/_naitai/status/915292552550649856