[T]old us her father was Tuareg from N. Africa. My ex, who’d lived and traveled extensively through Africa began asking questions that we never got satisfactory answers for.
[Now] the story of a Puerto Rican grandfather began to come out.
As she started claiming more and more that she was Black I didn’t quite buy it but I honestly didn’t know what to do with it.
[S]he dyed her hair dark. Before it was a dusty blonde.
So many times she accused me of not being Black enough in terms of politics. She was hardcore and woker-than-thou with it.
I’d always talk to my ex about how her Black identity felt weird to me. Like I couldn’t get a grasp on her story. But I’d never come across someone who lied so extensively about her background. Lesson learned.