I used to pour my heart out in this blog, but lately things have been light. Not much of a reflection of my days or my inner inner thoughts because honestly life thus far has been pretty good. Today, I pour my heart out and release my glass thoughts and hope people realize I too am human, I am fragile, and this is something I wanted to say. If not kick rocks….my blog my thoughts..
She is my aunt, my stepfathers sister; the third child of 8. Intelligent, an MBA in medicine, a founder of several youth organizations, and the mother of one son.
He was her high school sweetheart, they broke up and ironically after she divorced her child's father they met up again and surprisingly he had divorced his wife as well and the chemistry was amazing, reminiscent of their days as high school lovers, it seemed time had stood still.
Only it hadn't she was now a mother and proud member of the Nation of Islam, dawning a head full of natural dreads, a more calm demeanor, and the pain and turmoil of marrying a wolf in sheep's clothing.
He wasn't the same either, he the retired Army medic was an MBA working on his doctorate, he spoke with an air of intelligence drowned in arrogance, and somehow him and my family just didn't quite click.
On 8.2.08 he went in the hospital, we the family thought nothing of it because he the retired Army medic has been in and out of rehab since they rekindled. Yes the scholar is also a crackhead, meth fiend, and basehead. Ironic.
But she made excuses and listed various war related stresses all the meanwhile they consistently pointed out the failures, shortcomings, and problems in our family. They even went as far as calling meetings at my grandparents house causing turmoil throughout our family and driving a wedge thru what was once a tight knit family
Then on 8.8.08 she called a family meeting, I neglected to attend. They called me. Because all while she moved away and lived with him and he was showing her how much better she was than her family he was a wolf in sheep's clothing. He was not only a medic, a scholar, a father, a new husband (they are married), a drug addict, he was also bisexual-and now he is H.I.V positive. Now they need us to support them financially, spiritually, and mentally..funny how he turned us into we, them, they…and now we are who he needs.
This has never just been a blog, it's always been my life…family……lets all be safe, protect ourselves, be careful, and remember when all else fails-they (family) will be there when…sh!t hits the fan.
Be blessed Signed,