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November 3, 2013 – 4:17 am | Comments Off

Now to da bus of bullshytiness and why these peeps got to stop with da fvcking stereotyping!

A 19-year-old college student from Queens says he was handcuffed and locked in a jail cell after buying a $350 designer belt at Barneys on Madison Avenue because he is “a young black man.”

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September 4, 2015 – 11:32 am | Comments Off

Offensive linemen may be the most selfless players in any sport. There are very few stats, plenty of aches and pains and not much glamour. They get noticed only when one makes a mistake. But they’re the key to moving the ball.

This morning she was on tilt. Flipped from all out anger towards the lil lady, drawing me in the fold when I ran interference to address her issue, to don’t leave her here darn near crying. To laughter as I went to take a shower.

She throws me every now and then and today was a big body slam.

I’ve protected the lil lady from every indictment. Deflected every retort. Becoming the villain. The one who lies. The one she trust the least between the two of us. I have made her glory by becoming more ominous than she. I am only put up with due to lack of choice or alternative. I’m the enemy she sleeps with for survival so that the one she’s has beef with, her own blood, becomes… More palatable.

I am the night. And some days it’s dark. So very dark.

I don’t know how I’ve kept my sanity between the two of them when they both were on full tilt. This morning I’m realizing for certainty that I’m not who I once was and not capable of allowing closeness because I have a problem of working in absolutes. I’m either all in or all out. And I don’t want anyone close to me because of the craziness I deal with. Not just mema but all of it. I’ve had to live through the psychopathic changes of my step dad’s chemo brain (even though my mom had it worse), lived through my mom laying all her weight and then some upon me, the narcissist phase of my beloved, a job of what is easily described as bipolar in nature.

I’ve had a thought a time or two to let it all go and work at a shoe store. Lol. My new Home Depot.

In football no one cares about the offensive line unless there’s a mistake made or a need to find an excuse, someone to blame for the stars performance. There is no glory in being on “the line.” Yet the stability of the game depends on the integrity and performance of those that go unnamed. The line takes the most hits. Bares the most pain. Has the shortest careers. Gets paid the least. For too long I’ve been on this line and yet life keeps putting my squad on the offensive. Time to get off the bench and back into the game.

The mental breakdown
August 28, 2015 – 8:55 am | Comments Off

Don't know who is breaking down faster. Me or me-ma. She's been outsmarting the lil lady and not taking mess and I got to experience the decline over the last few days until the breakdown yesterday.
It's taxing.
Having to just deal with the one. Be the friend. The conversation buddy. The sole human interaction for the majority of what is now her life in a confined area. It's rewarding an honor and hard on me.
Then …

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Yellow brick road
August 21, 2015 – 10:10 pm | Comments Off

The Internet has been a buzz of recent research that turns the male female heartbreak beliefs on its head. Basically women hurt more initially in breakups of the heart but recover fully while men who are emotionally invested… Shit tell me something I don't fvcking know. The reason why I went years without truly loving and giving my heart to someone.
Don't get me wrong, you can love someone and not be “in love” with someone. Trust …

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Victims and starts
August 21, 2015 – 9:38 am | Comments Off

Despite what she believes I'm up. Why? B/c mema is up. Typically right after she leaves mema likes to get her morning something. Anything and clean the kitchen while she's at it. So it went like… Car cranks up… Car backs out… Sink water on… Refridge alarm… So yeah. Up. Day starts when mema starts and that's early. Mema runs this place.
Late night. Frustrations. Toys. Complete …

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August 20, 2015 – 9:36 pm | Comments Off

I’ve become my own undoing it seems. She loves to talk to me. Damned her daughter. Time the car left the driveway she’s been at it full tilt. None stop. It’s like the shifts they take. I honestly believe she has an internal radar knowing when the lil lady comes and leaves.
Then there is the emptiness that is me. The void. The lingering storm of nothingness that drives me into the realms of discomfort to feel something. …

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August 16, 2015 – 3:00 pm | Comments Off

It's like they're on shifts. One goes to sleep as the other arise and when one leaves the other awakes with vigor and ready to talk and interact.
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Questions Lies and the truth
August 7, 2015 – 11:16 am | Comments Off

Questions: two questions that I've been able to articulate that has been important. What happened? There were errors on both sides, but I'll focus primarily on me. I didn't properly relay my disappointment or resentment when it hit me in btown. The feeling of the lack of faith in my judgement or counsel. The feeling that others input mattered more than mine ate at me like a cancer until I began crying from within …

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Ongoing Conversations
August 6, 2015 – 5:12 pm | Comments Off

When she’s on, she’s on. She doesn’t stop talking for hours. She’s engaging and funny but it just doesn’t stop. Lol!
While watching movies, she’ll talk. About any and everything.
However she loves to talk about her time on the island, her time before fleeing, the camp at the later stage (not the beginning) and her children. It’s interesting the topics and how she talks about them. There is a common theme. She really only talks about …

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Cut tags
August 1, 2015 – 12:28 am | Comments Off

Bet it was discarded without a thought. Just a tag from a garmet of some sort on the dresser. Never mind the sharp edges indicating a cut of some sort. Why is it on the dresser any way. Where did it come from.
I cut it. I left it as a token. As I folded her clothes I noticed it. It’s location could cause an abrasion. I cut it because I knew she wouldn’t even if it bothered her. …

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The fall
July 7, 2015 – 1:28 pm | Comments Off

I've never had a moment before of concern or straight up fear while flying. Until moments ago. While in a mild slumber the plane hit some unexpected turbulence, that started off with a down draft that sent the plane a couple of hundred feet down. Quickly. During my mild slumber a hit of adrenaline with the sensation of falling with ears filling with the sounds of a metal plane struggling with the shear forces of nature is quite …

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Not a chance
June 30, 2015 – 2:41 pm | Comments Off

I’m in some of the best physical shape of my life, yet I’m crawling around in the mental worse dark moments of my life.
I’m closed. I’ve shut the doors to my soul. I’m no longer the one that meets needs. I’m paralyzed.
I tried. I gave it my all. I did everything I was supposed to do. I bared my soul. I opened my everything. I truly believed that we had become we to the point that isolated us …

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June 28, 2015 – 8:27 pm | Comments Off

Having a moment where i feel I’m losing a grip on reality. I just want to break down into pieces. Be weak for a spell.

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June 28, 2015 – 8:21 pm | Comments Off

That conversation felt rushed. I tried to inquire about life there. Back home. Wanted to know what was going on with her. That door was closed.  Most of the conversation dealt with me, my work stressors, my work coping mechanisms, and her mom. Once that was done, it was done. Sad face.

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