When my fiancé passed, I contacted her, because the police couldn’t find her legal address. After a brief hiccup when she was certain I was clearing out her father’s apartment on her and her brother before they showed up and got what they wanted, she was as sweet as pie to me. We had never met before the day I picked her up to go to the funeral home to make arrangements. She treated me like her father’s widow, and I really appreciated it.
My babysitter saw my panties showing under my shirt. And when mom pulled up I went to go to my room and suddenly I was graped and my shirt tried over my head. I screamed like a girl I was helpless struggling with my shirt. Mom put me over her knee and spanked me. I used to own a topless bar. I wore 8” heels and fake hair. I was the bitch goddess who wouldn’t take shit from anyone, and made sure to protect the ladies who worked for me. Troublemakers spread rumors about how hateful I was. I came in more than once while wearing flat shoes and no fake hair. I loved joining conversations about how awful I was, because people didn’t recognize me unless they actually knew me.
I would threaten to sue for discrimination and prejudice. Maybe have an attorney send them a cease and desist letter. Your daughter can wear whatever hairstyle she so pleases. Black women straighten their hair, is that allowed. Their policy is foolish, however, you have to protect your civil liberties or they will be taken. No, but what if you forgot the combination. Here’s a word of advice for anyone reading this. 90% of people keep their safe in the master bedroom closet so put your stuff in the floor under the safe. No one will ever check under a safe. I used to install them.
I was at work and my female coworker was wrapping a skid to secure it. As she was as wrapping the bottom of the skid I was going to tap her shoulder but turned in a way that I accidentally hit her ass with my other hand. She poked fun of me for doing it and laughed. Nothing came of it luckily. When I got pregnant. In our office, when someone is mocking at me being pregnant. There are some points when they don’t consider my feelings like getting mad at me infront of my face. I totally can forgive but can’t forget. It felt like I was hopeless and jist ignore them that time. I dont even know what did Ive done wrong to deserve to be treated like that.
When I was in prison I was put in a maximum security unit and locked down for 23hrs a day due to my violent and terrible behavior. But I learned if I played crazy they’d put me in a mental health unit and I gotta free pass to do what I want. Yup, took full advantage of that. My prison stay was actually kinda fun after that. Alot of the officers took a liking to me also and let me get away with practically anything. What the fuck is wrong with you? You call yourself a parent? Living on the streets isn’t the real world that most people experience.
We made plans. I had bought his clothes, found a way to get the funeral paid for and we had made sure that her father’s ashes would be split between all of his children, and myself. My fiancé had a daughter who is a young adult. My fiancé had told me that she seemed to only contact him when she wanted money, which he would never give her. He was one of those men who believed in teaching a man to fish so that you could eat for life, verses just giving a man a fish so he could just eat for a day.