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Tuesday, 20 October 2009

  • abusive relationships

    I was watchin Law and Order: SVU with my mom (not REALLY my mom, but she did more for me than my mom has) and it was an episode I've seen a million times now.  It was one where the girl went into a pharmacy tryin to get the Morning After pill, claiming she was raped and didnt want to have the rapists baby.  She told Olivia and the hospital staff that she was attacked in an alley and raped.  What really happened was that she turned her husband down when he wanted to "make a baby" and he beat her ass then proceeded to rape her.  The show then focused on the abusive relationship she was in.  Olivia got her to go to a shelter for battered women and the next morning she went home to her husband.  Later that same day, he stabbed her in her chest during and argument, and she died.

    It was at that moment that my mom got so mad.  She sat here talking about how ignorant she was for going back to him, knowing that one day, he would kill her and that it was like she almost deserved it.  I cut her off and told her that most women in an abusive relationship always go back, and a lot of them dont survive.  I sat for a minute and thought about what I had just said.  Then it hit me:

    I will almost undoubtedly be in at least one abusive relationship.

    I always said that I would never allow a man to put his hands on me, and I always vowed that if a man DID have the balls to hit me, it would be the last time he ever put his hands on anyone.  But let me be realistic for a minute...

    When I love, I love HARD.  And most times, I dont know when to let go.  In the past, with my ex's, I would end up feeling bad when something happened about 98% of the time.  For example, when Andrew cheated on me, I was pissed, but more than anything, I was hurt.  I definitely let him have it. Didnt hold anything back.  After I let him know how I was thinking, I sat there and asked myself what I did wrong.  When he told me that HE needed time to think about if he wanted to stay with me, I felt like everything that happened was my fault.  And when he finally did decide to end it, I convinced myself that it WAS my fault.  I convinced myself that if I would have done something different, we would have still been together.

    With Jake, when he started talkin to his ex again (even if it wasnt on "that" level), I felt like it was cause of something I did (or didnt do).

    When David (from NY) kept standing me up, I kept telling myself it was cause I wasnt good enough for him.  Cause he didnt want to be with me when he could find something better.

    When David (from around the corner) started gettin close to me, and then suddenly pulled away, I told myself its cause I wasnt doing for him what he needed for me to do.

     

    The point is, every time I fall in love (or lust, and think its love), and something goes wrong, I always blame myself.  Then there is the fact that I'm always drawn to the wrong men.  I always fall for ppl who need help, whether mine, or someone elses.  I always fall for the guys that will end up destroying me.  For those reasons alone, I can see myself being with someone and having him hit me.  And instead of beating his ass, like a woman in her right mind would do, I would say "It was my fault.  I mad him mad.  He didnt mean it. If I would have kept my mouth shut, it wouldnt have happened.  He was just trying to teach me a lesson" Or whatever the hell else these women say nowadays.  And I know Ill be one of those who wont leave because "...I love him." or because "... he's all I have."

    And not only that, but my father was very abusive with my mother.  I would always see him beat her.  And if I didnt see him do it, I would see the bruises left all over her body and her face.  They say that a father is a girls first boyfriend; meaning that he is the first man we fall in love with. He is the man that shows us what love is, how we should be treated and ultimately, what we look for in a relationship down the road.  I know for me, my daddy was EVERYTHING. Ever since my father died, I have been lookin for someone to fill that hole in my heart.  And more often than not, Ill go for the thug, the gangster, the bad ass; just cause they remind me of my daddy.

     

    I know it sounds crazy that Im sittin here telling you all that I will be in an abusive relationship, but its just me being real with myself.  Its me looking at my past relationships and the men that I am drawn to. Its me looking at the way I have been treated. Its me looking at the way my father treated my mother. Its me looking at the way I let men step all over me. Being who I am right now, at this point in my life, and if I dont change the way I am, how could it not happen?

Sunday, 20 September 2009

  • Putting trust (and faith) into a 'crackhead'

    Could YOU ever trust a crackhead?


    I have  friend.  And technically, we have only been friends for about a month and a half.  Hes addicted to crack.  I knew that when I first met him cause I was there when he bought it.  In fact, I was the one who had it (I was HONESTLY holding it for someone).  Anyway, I never paid this guy much attention.  He started coming around everyday.  At first, it was always to cop. Eventually, when he didnt have money to spend, he started coming over just to hang out.  My sister-in-law has known him for years.  They went to middle school and high school together and apparently, they were really good friends in h.s.   She was the one who let me in on his life.  She told me that he used to be chunky, he was cool as hell. The type of person you could always sit down and talk to; whether it was because you had a problem and needed advice, or just because you were bored.  He has 2 kids; both boys.  He isnt allowed to see his first born son (I'm not sure on the details) and I dont really know what the deal is with the second born.

    What I do know, is that when he isnt high, he is cool as fuck.  He is definitely someone I would love to hang out with on a daily basis.  Even when he is high, hes just mad chill. Not like most ppl out here who get super paranoid...

    Anyway, two days ago, he knew I had cash on me, and he asked me to borrow $15.  He told me that he owed his cousin but his cousin told him he could forget about the debt if he hooked up his edge up and faded him down. I guess they got into an argument over what time this would get done, and the cousin got mad and just asked for his money.  I was conflicted and didnt know what to do.  I gave in, and gave him the money, cause he never did anything to me that made me think he wouldnt be good for it.  Did I believe his story? Not at all.  15 min later, he came back askin me for another $10.  I looked him in his eyes and told him that I would give it to him if he promised me that when he got back to my house, we could have a serious talk. He did, and I did.

    When he got back, he was high.  He looked at me and told me "Jess, I got one more hit.  We are gonna talk, but let me take this last one and I got you when I come down." What could I really say?  So I let him do what he wanted.  So he does what he does, and he hands me a cigarette pack.  It was hot.  I looked at him and he says, "Do me a favor?  I want you to take that and get rid of it for me.  Take it over by the sewer, take it out the box and crush it." And thats exactly what I did.  When I got back in the house, we just watched tv til he came down from his high.  When he finally did, he initiated the conversation that I wanted to have with him. 

    At first, I told him to forget it, cause in all honesty, it wasnt my place to even speak to him about something the caliber that it was.  He asked me to do it though.  So I sat next to him and I asked him about his habit.  We talked about what other drugs he did (in the past) and how he could put the others down just as easily as he picked them up, but that this was the hardest one to kick.  We talked about how both times he started up, it was after a huge breakup with a female that meant a lot to him.  We talked about how it turned him into a person he didnt want to be.  And lastly, we talked about the obvious fact that he needs to stop.

    Much to my surprise, he agreed with everything I said to him.  He told me that he knew what he had to do and that he was determined to do it.  He also told me, that after that night, he was going to try to stay sober.  I told him that I would always be around if he had an urge/craving or just needed someone to talk to.

    I can honestly say, that I know for a fact that he didnt get high today.  He is one of those ppl that you can always tell if he is high.  He sweats a lot (even when its cold as fuck outside, like it has been lately), he tries harder to make ppl like him, etc.  I spent a lot of the day with him and I was pleasantly surprised as how easy he made it seem. And I say that cause having dealt with addictions of my own, I know that no matter how easy you make it look on the outside, its killing you on the inside.

    Anyway, the night we had that talk, I didnt go to bed til 4:30 in the morning, and I let him sleep on the couch.  He had been up for the last two days, so it was no surprise to me that when I got home from work around 3:30, he was still knocked out.  Tonight, I'm letting him stay here again. 

    He took my phone earlier and after I finished cleaning up after everyone (we had a party), I went next door to use one the neighbors phones to see where he was and to tell him he had to bring mine back.  While I was there, the neighbor girl asked me if I knew him well, and I told her the truth; I've known him for less than 2 months.  She told me not to "fall for his game" cause "...once niggas start lettin him stay in the house, stuff goes missing and hes a known snitch. They got that on paper..."

    Now, the whole thing is, with him askin me for money, when we had that talk, I told him that I didnt believe the story he told me at all.  He told me that he was keeping it 100% with me, and that when he asked me for the $15, that story was the truth.  He also told me that when he came back and asked me for the $10, it was to get high. But, the $10 he used to get high, he got back to me before the end of the night.  As for the other $15, I told him not to worry about it and that he could give it to me when he got it; he didnt have to bust his ass tryin to get it by the end of the night.

    So, seeing as how he hasnt lied to me, and seeing that he hasnt done me wrong in anyway since I've known him, should I automatically believe what everyone else is saying and just back away now, or should I give him the benefit of the doubt and stick around to see if he does play me?  Should I trust him? Would YOU trust him? Or would you judge him based on what others told you, before you even take the chance to get to know him?

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

  • Part of my reality

    I got some shit on my mind, heavy.

    I cant do this man.  I feel like I'm about to break.  My sister in law isnt working anymore, so she dont got money comin in.  My brother hasnt done any tattoos lately, so there's no money there. And he hasnt been hustlin for a while, so once again, no money there.  That means that I am the only one bringin money into this house.  And its not like its much.  I work between 15-25 hrs a week.  The most my  check has been so far is $180 after taxes.  Now, I dont know about the rest of you, but in this house, thats not enough money for 5 ppl for a week.  Shit, its barely enough money for just me for a week.

    My s.i.l. usually gets food stamps every month, but this month, her benefits got cut.  That means there is nothing to eat or drink in this house.  If you open my refrigerator, you'll find half a gallon of milk, a pitcher of water and some old ass corned beef (that no one wants to take out for some reason) and a small collection of condiments.

    The only ppl who know what I am about to tell you are the ppl who are around when it happens....

    Every fuckin day, I go to the stores and I steal any and everything I can get a hold of that I know is needed in my house.  If my niece doesnt have diapers or wipies, I'm goin to the store and stickin them in my purse. Des doesnt have snacks for school?  Fine.  I'm at stop and shop puttin juice boxes and peach cups in my purse.  And dont tell me I have to get something from Wal*mart.  All of Destinys school clothes came from there.  And I didnt pay for any of them.

    And its not like I'm stealin just to steal.  I NEVER steal anything for myself. Its always for my nieces.  Yes, I know its wrong, but what am I supposed to do? Sit here and let my nieces starve?  Send Desi to school in clothes that have holes and are all stained up?

    Yea, I know I can get caught. And I know Ill get arrested, but at the same time, if its for my nieces, I dont care.

    But in all honesty, its starting to get to me. Its starting to wear my down and I cant keep doing this.  I dont know what Im gonna do anymore.

Tuesday, 15 September 2009

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    tattoos

    I know I've been gone for a while.

    In the time that I was on hiatus, I got a new tattoo.  My brother did it, even though hes not a professional. Idk why, but xanga is being ghey right now and wont let me upload the pic. But its on my rt foot.  Its 5 stars with two lines that twist and turn.  Real cute.

    So anyway, I want another one.  Idk why, but for some reason, I want to get the word "love" on the top of one of my wrists.  But I dont want it in english.  At first I thought spanish, so it would be Amor.  But then I had the idea to do it in french, so it would be L'amour.  And then I would get it in some kind of cute cursive font, probably with a heart or two over it.

    As much as i like the idea, I dont want ppl to be like "shes not even french." or whatever. But at the same time, who the hell cares, right?!

    I think I'm gonna do it.

    Comments and/or thoughts?



Sunday, 02 August 2009

  • I swore I would never do it

    I did something very bad tonight - something I always said I would never do - something I looked down on others (including my best friend) for doing.

    I slept with a married man...

    Iiiiiiiii knoooooooooooooo!  Horrible, right?  But knowing that it was horrible didnt stop me from doing it.  Even though it happened, it wasnt my intentions to let it.


    The guy I met last week at the club called me tonight asking if he could pick me up.  I knew my brother, his girl, and the kids were on their way home and that they didnt have plans for the evening.  I looked at it as an opportunity to just get out of the house and away from family for a while, so I told him yes.

    Around 10:30 he pulled up.  My brother was standing outside cause he wanted to talk to him.  Before I could walk up to the car, he stepped out and came up to my brother.  I was actually kind of surprised by it.  They continued to introduce themselves (cause they didnt at the club) and make small talk.  Once we got in the car, I asked him why he did it, and he said that even tho he is my little brother, he is lookin out for me, and he wanted to show him that there was nothing to worry about.

    So anyway, the plan was that we were just gonna drive around and get to know each other a little more.  And in all honesty, we did that.  Eventually, the topic changed to my piercings.  He asked if my lip ring got in the way when I try to kiss someone and I told him no.  He was acting like he didnt believe me, so I asked him if he wanted me to kiss him to prove it.  I mean, the way he kept asking, made it seem like thats what he was trying to get me to do.  So, I did it.  The boy can kiss.  Thats for damn sure.  Anyway, I pulled away and we continued to talk.  For about an hr, we talked and got to know each other a little better.  In between the talking, there was A LOT of staring and a tiny bit more kissing.  I was wearing these HUGE earrings and he asked if they were heavy so I told him no.  He reached out to feel for himself, and in the process, his hand lightly grazed my ear. It sent shivers up and down my spine.  I looked at him and he asked me what that was all about, so I told him that he shouldnt do that anymore.  Of course, that only made him do it more.  Then he moved his hand down and caressed my neck.   I tried to play it off, but he could tell it had an affect on me.  He asked what would happen if he kissed it and I told him nothing.  I was lying my ass off.  So he does.  And within seconds, I was wet.  Eventually, I pushed him away cause I knew where it would lead and I was honestly trying to be a good girl.

    So we talked for about 10 more min or so before he said we were gonna start heading back.  By this point, I'm over my initial shyness, mostly.  So I look at him and tell him that its fine but that I think he should kiss me again.  He told me that since I wanted him to do it, I should just do it myself.  So I did.  I damn near climbed over the center counsel so our bodies could be closer together, and I got straight aggressive with him.  When I tried to pull away, he wouldnt let me, so we just kept kissing.  Eventually, he moved his face down and starting kissing the cleavage that was exposed.  So I pull away, and we both know whats about to happen.  He says "Damn. I dont wanna drop you off now."  I tell him that I dont want to get dropped of either.  We headed to the Berlin Turnpike.  Of course, there are hotels and motels up and down the strip. 

    We stopped at a bar and had a few drinks and after making a condom run, we went and got a room.  When we first got started, it definitely felt like i shouldnt have been doing it, but that didnt stop me.  I was already in too deep.  So, without giving you all the juicy details, we had sex.  He smelt like me, and I, him.   He took a shower while I opted to just put my clothes back on. 

    On the ride home, I was definitely more quiet than before we had sex.  He kept asking if I was okay, and I assured him I was.  The thing is...  even though I know it was wrong of me, while we didnt technically make plans for it to happen again, we both kind of agreed that it would.  We both made comments about how we felt that neither of us did out best work, and how next time, we'd be prepared for it.

    So, not only did I do something wrong, that I swore I would never do, but I fully intend on doing it again. And again and again....

    The moral of the story?  Never say never.

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    • Name: Jessica
    • Birthday: 3/4/1987
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  • Im a 22 yr old female. i dont kno what i want out of life, and it drives me crazy. my emotions are everywhere. i cry, i laugh, i joke, i yell and scream. some days are good days, some days are bad days. i work, i go out, i live my life the way i want to. im not perfect, just perfectly me.

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