Today, I Had To Say Some Shit...
I was gonna say I wasn't proud of it, but that would be a lie.
Today, I made a decision. I chose to cut the rest of my toxic ass, disgusting family out of my life. This has been a long time coming, but my hand was forced today. Let me explain.
Many of you that have been with me for a while know about my cousin Courtnee, and her mother, who I have held onto a relationship with over the years. Arm’s length, but there. They are on my Fathers side, which is important to the story later.
I have mentioned many times lately, and I’m dead ass serious when I say it, if you pull some racist, sexist, ignorant shit, I’m done. I don’t tolerate that type of ignorance from anyone in my life, so my solution is to remove the culprits from my life. Quick and painless excisions. I am not missing a single solitary fucking soul, trust and believe that.
So, my cousin has been off cuff with the most vile and racist antics on social media. I countered with real statistics from the Department Of Justice, RAINN, and several other sources that you, if you can read, cannot dispute. Well, first both she and her mother tried to argue that the statistics were wrong. Because, I guess, being stay at home mothers, or in Courtnee’s case, a stripper, makes you better qualified to give out information on a subject.
Then, once they realized what fucking morons they sounded like, Courtnee says, and I am directly quoting this ignorant bitch: “I’m entitled to my own opinion on these things idc about your number. blacks are the most racist people i have came into contact with my whole life”. (sic) then, “like I said is what I say racist or just offensive because its true”.
Yes. She did just say the facts don’t matter at all, because in her experience, (inside of a 14-mile area of Pataskala, OH), she knows better because blacks apparently are the most racist people inside of that 14-mile stretch. Yes, I did pull the census data next and spout percentages of how a) there aren’t any black people there, and b) she might learn something if she got off the pole, stayed unpregnant for more than 4 weeks, and traveled outside of Central Ohio.
Ok, before you think I am being harsh, they were calling for the Aryan Nation to murder the black guy that shot the 5 year old. Asking for lynching. I mean, really fucked up shit that shouldn’t ever be vocalized at this point in civilization. Then, the dirty bitch pulls a slick one.
“I didn’t grow up in the hood to a single mom”. Ok, you stanking bitch, my father is YOUR family, so…I went here…
“Oh, you’re popping off, huh, better than someone? Bitch, how many dicks did you have to grind on to afford that opinion? Go find a fucking pole before you try to look down your nose at me, because I’m golden, hood life or not, and you’re still a fucking stripper with 4 kids at 25. Eat a bag of dicks…ssss, oops, probably had your fill already today huh?”
And then I blocked bitches. Because no. You will not. I am not at fault for my father being in prison, yet I grew up with the shame of it. I will not ever be made to feel that way again.
So, like usual, when I’m losing it, Brian is getting a play by play with screenshots, because I know I’m about to burn every fucking bridge in Ohio straight down to ash. And, I did. I don’t regret a single word.
Growing up in the hood, living in the hood, and associating with those from the hood, it’s comfortable for me. Why? Because they don’t take low blows about my father in prison, my single mother, or any of the other 1,000 things that I’m not proud of, but don’t make me less of a human. Like getting off oxys, or my divorces, or the baby, or all of the mistakes I’ve made and learned from. I’ve yet to have somebody in the hood try to make me feel like I’m not worth anything because I come from a single mama.
Do you want to know who has made me feel like shit about it? Every white person with a two-parent home I knew from the ages of 18 months to 28. Family. Friends. Coworkers. In-laws. They all made me feel like shit about circumstances I had zero control over.
So when people say stupid shit like “black people are the most racist”, I want to smack the taste right out of a bitches mouth. A. That’s false. B. Fuck You. C. We ain’t cool, bitch, and you ain’t family to me.
I made the decision to stop contact with my father about 20 years ago. The few people who felt it was their business would say that I HAD to call him immediately and make up! What I replied was that no contact was the SOLUTION, not the problem. Hard for some people to understand.
As for my dad, we spoke a few times before he died two years ago.
So my point is that you don’t have to subject yourself to their judgement. Fuck ‘em.
Sista mine ❤