We had our first conversation on my bus ride home from Virginia. The first thing I noticed is that she didn’t talk like me. I get mistaken for a white girl over the phone just because I happen to speak proper English and I enunciate my words. She talks slow, but with a slightly northern twang. It’s definitely different…
Catch up: Part One, Part Two, Part Three
Jersey and I were spending every night on the phone. She had dreams of having a traditional life with a woman. Kids, a house, a dog. She told me I was the mother of her kids. She encouraged me to send her pictures daily. She claimed that my body was made for her. She said we were meant to be. She looked into getting a job transfer. She would move to be with me because the standard of living was lower here than in NJ. Continue Reading →
I woke up to get ready for work and checked in online first thing. Even before that first morning’s pee. I noticed a message from someone I didn’t recognize. I forget what the message said, but it intrigued me enough to continue sending messages while I was getting ready for work.
You look like someone I should be friends with.
That was the message that came along with her friend request. I looked at her picture. It was BR’s friend. HBB. Did she know who I was? Maybe not. I had just cut all of my shoulder length locs off. Everyone had been telling me that it completely changed my look.
After last night’s family Christmas party with about 30 relatives in attendance, a 3 hour late night phone conversation with SweetHill and 8 hours worth of church, I realize that life is funny.
I am one of those people that tries to make sense of everything that happens to me. I try my best not to drown in self pity. I accept things for how they are and attempt to find a lesson in it all.
It was just before Mother’s Day. I hadn’t been home for approaching a year, so I decided I would drive home. My mother had just moved back to SC from Baltimore a few months before, so I thought I would surprise her by showing up at church that Sunday. Sunday was also her birthday. My sister’s too. They share the day.
A week before, I got an email from my mom requesting my presence at a bbq she was throwing for their birthdays. I thought I’d do that instead and I’d bring the girlfriend with me. Jay and I were together then and like I’ve said before, she was the love of my life. My end all, be all. I didn’t reply to the email. Maybe if I had…
I realize why I don’t tell my family my business. All day long today, I’ve heard about every bad story about all of my cousins. While I know that you can expect a little gossip between family members, is it bad that I don’t want them gossiping about me? Honestly, I don’t really want to hear the gossip about everyone else. And my grandmother tells me the same stories over and over again. I don’t get it, she can recognize every kindergardener she’s had in the last 40 years, but she can’t remember she just told me that that story 2 hours ago?
My mom tells me on the way home from the bus station that she’s the only one of her siblings that isn’t a grandmother. Oh God! I made a few jokes about it being biologically impossible for me to pop up pregnant. She laughed, but it seems like that nervous laughter…
I’m at my Grandma’s house. Nothing extravagant here. It’s small. Two bedrooms, two baths. My grandma, my mom and her boyfriend and my little sister all stay here. Do you see why I was running to my aunt’s?
Oh, the Baby called today. I’m not sure why though. She apologized and said T was crazy. According to her all of the drama is over with. Uh huh, yeah…
Been communicating with SweetHill today. That’s the girl from myspace. I’m intrigued, but I’m feeling a little gun shy. Stepping back to pace myself on this one…
Once again, things didn’t work out like I thought.
After I posted yesterday, I got a text message from PK saying he was going to put me on a bus after he got off from work. I text him back and he said I didn’t have a choice because I didn’t have anywhere to go. I don’t have to tell you that he pissed me off, right? I politely told him that the train was cheaper, especially since I had so many bags.
I got stuck watching Sanford and Son today. I stuck because it’s not a show that would be my choice to watch.
In this show, Lamont decides that he’s going to join some kind of group that travels all over the world by boat. Fred asks if it’s all men. Immediately my stomach starts to turn because I see the direction this episode is going. Fred calls Lamont a “fruit cake” repeatedly through this episode.
The thing is that if I was around a group of gay people and this show came on, I might have found it mildly amusing, but sitting here with my grandmother, my mom’s boyfriend and my sister just feels uncomfortable. My sister doesn’t acknowledge it, but the old people think that it’s absolutely hilarious. They both kinda look back at me. I’m not sure if they are looking back to see if I’m laughing or to see if it’s ok to laugh.
I tried again this morning to get in contact with the Baby. I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt and say that she wasn’t ignoring my texts from last night. Let’s say for some reason she just didn’t get them…Yeah…Uh huh…
Today the Baby was making steps towards getting out of her lease. One of the sgts made fake orders for her to get out based on the “military clause.” Basically, she’s only responsible for the lease until the date of deployment listed on the fake papers. Corrupt, I tell you…
I’m not sure what happened, but I came close to tripling my page views today. Yay! I’m surrounded by nosey people! Lol, love yall…
I really do love my readers. Lately, a few of my lurkers have been coming out and commenting and emailing. It makes me feel good that everyone seems really interested in what’s happening with me. I’m glad to be a part of your regular routine.
