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I don't know what the ghetto is like. My mom moved me and my dad out of North Philly (the ghetto) to Northeast Philly (better known as the white people neighborhood) when I was two years old. That's all I know is Northeast Philly, so I never knew how much the ghetto can affect you until I met him (I won't put his name on blast). I met him at a sneaker store one day. So we did the usual, you know dating and whatever and along the line became a couple. When things got serious, he started telling me his plans and dreams for life. His main focus point was to create a better life for hiself and to change his ways. The first step he wanted to take was to get out of North Philly. So I helped him out because that's what your spouse is suppose to do. I helped him get a place closer to me in Northeast Philly, helped him get back into school, gave him much support for him to stop smoking and/or selling weed, and most of all tried to convince him to not carry a gun. I truely thought I had helped him replan his life on a better track. I was wrong. For a while, things were going good for him. He was back in school, he cut down on the smoking, and he even got hiself a nice job. We were happy. He was happy. Then one day I found out that happiness was fake. He was selling drugs in school, he was smoking weed behind my back, and he was still carrying that gun. I guess he thought that he had to do these things to protect hiself and survive. I don't know his reasons for falling back into that dangerous lifestyle. Anyway, I broke up with him because I couldn't be with him knowing that he was living like that. Eventually, he got caught up in some trouble because he was selling drugs and he shot somebody in the legs. Now he is locked away in prison. I don't understand why he couldn't change when he wanted to so badly. I don't think I will ever know. One thing is for sure though, that saying is true; You can bring the man out the ghetto, but you can't bring the ghetto out the man!