I'm a Lover not a Fighter...(long post)

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I told myself to continue to blog, though no one reads (yet), I need somewhere to vent!

My life is making changes, changes for the better. I've stopped feeling all sorry for myself and my situation and instead I am trying to find a way to fix it. I'm practicing the "laws of attraction" and ho' o pono pono"....its good stuff and has helped me in getting through my journey.

When you go through a life change you notice the people and things in your life that are like posion. If you let posion remain in your system, its sure to kill you. I didn't set any New Years resolutions, but I do know that this year I am releasing all that is not good in my life. I mean people (even family), thoughts, things...whatever.

So I started with people. Me and my family have never been close, I still to this day believe I'm adopted. I don't look like any of them, act like any of them, I'm the only 1 with a different last name! SistaHarm and I have always been close to the point it creates jealousy through the family. Since we're always together, people always assume we're best friends because we don't look alike either. We decided that on New Years day we would start something new. Gather the girls, go to brunch and just hang out. We've now decided to have a girls night 2x a month...we had that much fun!

My daughter stayed with my niece so that I could go out. Before going out, I received a call from my so-called mother asking me to stop pass for a family meeting. I asked why should I stop by because in order to have a family meeting, there has to be a "family". She didn't like that too much but I'm a woman that says exactly what's on her mind. She called me about 5 times, asking...what time will you be here? I never showed, but the events that took place days after their family meeting lets me know that I need to cut the "family" off completely.

Once I got to my babygirl (her new nickname is Bunny), she began telling me everything that was said at the meeting. Wow, my "family" is really storing a lot of dislike and even hate for me. You know how I know? Cause no one would say that type of stuff in front a child, to carry it back to their parent. Anywho, I didn't respond to all the negative things Bunny told me but dammit I was pissed off. Great way to start the New Year right? Of course!

Wednesday: back to the daily...drop the kids, go to work, pick up kids after work routine. But something happened after school that got the snow balling rolling. Golden Child 1 is the 1st born girl to my so-called mother. Notice that she can not have the title as my sister. My niece would usually stay with my kids after school because Bunny and my niece are very close. This day she didn't, which is cool but when my kids hopped in the car it became a problem.

Bunny: Mom, GC1 didn't speak to us today. She told her kids to stay away from us because we're ignorant. They stayed away from us the whole day! She told them not to speak and if they did they would get a beating.

I was in shock for a minute, where the hell did this come from? I didn't argue with GC1 lately, I keep my distance. Why oh why, would she want to treat my kids bad and piss me off? So to put things in the open I sent a txt message: if you have a problem with me, you should see me about it and leave my kids out of the situation. As an adult, you handle things as an adult, why would you want the messed up ways from our generation to be passed down to these kids? Be a woman speak up when there's an issue. You can send as many txt as u want but as long as G-d lets me breate, you will never hear from me again. Her reply: ok thanks!

I left it that. Issue. Was. Solved. I told my kids to just keep to themselves and not to speak to anyone. Of course the next day I receive a txt from GC1. I didn't even read it, sent it straight to trash.

Friday, I decided to skip work and hang out with my kids at school. I had so much fun!! I can't wait to teach Music! I left about 1p to go chill with SistaHarm. She lives with my so-called mother, so-called mother had GC1 there. Let the problems begin! I was on the phone talking to one of my potential husbands (PH). GC1, gets on the phone, listens and then starts pressing buttons in my ear (I know...childish right)? I let it slide, get off the phone, start sending txt to my PH.

GC1, comes into SistaHarms' room and says: you won't use the phone until I'm ready.

Me: did you forget that I have a cell phone that isn't prepaid like yours? You're not stopping me from doing a thing? Hahahaha!

So she is talking very loudly on the phone saying how me and SistaHarm is this and that. I even let that slide but when she opened her mouth to speak about my kids, she crossed the line.

Me: keep talking about my kids babe, you will end up with my Nike boot in your mouth.

She starts running off at the mouth calling my kids all types of names. I keep telling her don't do it, not today. My SCM runs out and tells her to leave and for me to stay with SistaHarm. GC1 comes back up the stairs and says something very nasty about Bunny. I walked up to her and kicked her in her mouth. I'm a woman of my word...I can't help it. From there WWE begins. My mother is trying to break us up, SistaHarm is trying to break us up. GC1 was on the floor and I can't remember how many times I kicked her in ther face. I got down on the floor and began to choke her out. I was so angry, if my SCM and SistaHarm wasn't there I think I would've killed her.

SistaHarm convinces me to let her go, I move into a corner, my SCM keeps GC1 on the floor. She's still spewing words of hate towards my kids...but I'm done with her, I've already did exactly what I said I would do. She got a boot in her mouth and as a bonus she got her ass whooped, end of the story? Naw, this chick goes outside, scratches and pours fruit punch all over my Magnum. I tie up my boots, hop in my car and go looking for her. She doesn't see me, but I see her parked on the side of the street. I hop out of my car, go to the trunk, pull out my baseball bat and walk over to her car. I lifted that bat like Barry Bonds and hit a homerun through her back window. I laughed as I walked back to my car. You don't mess with me, my kids, my money or my car!!

On Wednesday, I knew I would never speak to her again but on Friday 1/4/08 GC1 is dead to me. I never imagined that it would ever come to this but now she has been taught that you can't shake up a soda and open it. Of course you'll end up with soda all over you. You can call me Soda.

I ended my Friday at Fridays and was so twisted that I don't remember taking off my shoes or clothes!

Flyer than the rest of them in my Nike boots,
Truth aka Soda :)