It seems like all my life I've been involved with weirdos, crackpots, and all manner of greedy-ass women. But, at some point, I have to look at the common denominator - which, is Me - and speak against my own foolish and weird behavior. I know I go against the grain a LOT of the time and - like a lot of guys - don't take the time to develop friendships and bonds in my relationships. Plus, I run from commitments that I know would be hell to get out of. I have trust issues. I'm not much of a talker or gossiper. I'm more comfortable being alone. Hell, I think I really enjoy it. I don't relate to a lot of the people I know. I don't relate to a lot of the people with a similar background or culture. I don't like a lot of people in my family because of their views on Life. I don't have many friends for the same reason. And, they really do get on my nerves with their constant stereotyping and racial comments. I'm like: LORD, why do I have to deal with this BS from jackasses all the time? I don't wanna hear this shit or be involved with these people. dzam...
When I was living in that environment, I was getting sucked into a lot of misinformation and foolishness too. I wasn't as bad as some of my family and friends because my Mom and Dad were never like that, but I was looking for negative shit and chasing it as well. So, I was blessed to be separated and sent packin' from those mongrels. And, being out of my environment and being around a diverse group of people - which everybody knows that working at a big-box store in retail has always been my dream - transformed me a lot. Within weeks, I felt a lot more positive. I knew I was with the kind of people I was supposed to be with. And, they were all races, nationalities, beliefs, etc. These people would actually shock and surprise you! I was amazed at what they did for each other, and how they treated each other. People you would think were hoodrats and gangsters or just baddies who stood around trying to look cute were kindhearted, thoughtful, and supportive. They had class. I mean, there was some drama here and there too. And, some people cussed each other out every now and then, but not much in public. I only saw it once in 10 years, and those two people got walked out the door. And, they were good people too (except for that day). But, I was inspired by the people and in love with the vibe. Truth be told, I was probably the most uncouthed person in the whole building. But, I listened, paid attention and learned and developed friendships with my coworkers, customers, and neighbors. And, within a couple of years, my credit was grea. And, within 4 years,I was buying a home in one of the best locations in Charlotte. I had money in the bank. Good friends who weren't bigots and dumbasses. My girl - although she was a "challenge" - was a great test for my life and mental stamina.... Everything was going good.
I came to realize that all of those years that i ran from commitments and even marriage because I was afraid I was going to be broke and struggling, was all in my head. My girl played me and stopped working almost three months after I let her move in, but I didn't mind. Really, I didn't care, because I was ready to run and leave it all after the first month of letting her move in. But, I couldn't put her out into the streets with her two daughters. So, I stuck it out. And, I was able to manage my household, pay my bills, and provide. Of course, I didn't have the expenses of a car, so that helped out quite a bit, but we had Lyft and Uber and her people whenever they needed to go somewhere. So, I was able to buy them things they didn't have and things their family members told them they were going to buy them but never did (laptops, REAL iPads, real iPhones, bank accounts with their own debit cards, Forces, slime, whatever I could manage without wasting money). But, I was still "just learning". And, unfortunately, she pushed me to the edge, and I quit. That's when I sold the house to move on. But, I was starting to hate the neighborhood anyway. They've ruined Charlotte with all of these ugly-ass cardboard apartment buildings and big-ass paper-houses with no yards or space to park more than one car in the driveway. So, I couldn't even walk down the sidewalk comfortably anymore. And, those mongrels would walk their stankin-ass dogs down the block and allow them to piss in other people's yards instead of their own. What in the hell kind of up-north shit is that??? Picnics in the graveyards with their dogs running around pissin' and crappin' all over the place. Ridiculous... I don't like graveyards and don't intend to be put in one, but I was really offended by that.
Anyway....
So, I rented a house from one of my coworkers for a couple of years. That worked out for both of us because he was draggin' his ass on fixing up his house to make it available, and I didn't need a place that was in pristine condition. And, cleaning it up and picking up the trash and learning how to call 311 to schedule bulk trash pickups gave me a new dimension to my game. So, it worked out great. I gained knowledge I'm still using til this day.
But, some other drama jumped off. One of the chicks I had an interest in started calling me on a regular basis. This is the lady with the beautiful legs. Eventually, we fell out... And, that broad was talkin' a lot of shit too. She WAS weird as hell. She let me stay with her for awhile. I had places to go. But, after 10-plus years, I would've been right back over there again with my family. Now, she kept throwing in my face the face the fact that I said, "Please." Like I was really down on my knees and begging for my life or something. Now, I never told anyone how she called me up crying talking about how she was going to kill herself because her friends treated her wrong, and embarrassed her, and went to lunch without her, and laughed at her, and made jokes. and how they weren't real friends, and so on and so forth. SHE WAS BAWLING SO BAD, I COULD SMELL THE SNOT THROUGH THE DAMN PHONE! I said, "Damn! This chick is gonna fall off the couch and kill herself!" I called the following days to check on her. I think I talked to her a couple of days later, and she was doing better. But, a little more than a week (maybe two or three weeks) later, she was at it again! Although, she was more pissed-off this time than hurt. But, she was still whining and shit.
But, she was calling me more and more. I wasn't calling her! She was calling Me! So, that's why I asked her if I could stay for a short while until, I found a new place. She didn't want me to see how trashy her place was and kept worrying about that and me telling people about how her place looked. That's what her concern was. She was very self-conscious about people talking about her or seeing her living like that.
So, I got over there. I gave her money for rent, but this skeezer wanted me to pay for other things - AFTER SHE HAD ALREADY TOLD ME HOW MUCH SHE WOULD CHARGE ME! So, my money went fast. But, then, my mom passed away. I'm not gonna get into the details of that, but I was able to pay her. And, I made sure I paid her first. I didn't need any money. I didn't go anywhere.
Then, she started bragging ALL THE TIME about how much of a good friend she was, and how she was doing so much for me by cooking for me, shopping for me, taking me places to get things done, buying pajama pants, and letting me live there, so on and so forth. But, she did this repeatedly. So, I finally said, I've given you a touchscreen laptop, a 60-inch smart TV, kitchen knives, air fryers, and all kinds of good stuff.
"Oh! You can take your shit back and.... whatever. I don't remember what she said, because this happened a few times. Then, she caught Covid at work from one of her "good friends" whom she said shouldn't have been at work (because she didn't quarantine long enough), and tried to blame me for going to a cookout, SHE KEPT TELLING ME TO GO TO. Then! She made sure I struggled to get to the Pharmacy to get the vaccination. She wouldn't take me. She didn't want me to quarantine without a shot (after she told me to go to the WRONG ADDRESS FOR THE SHOT). She was really just an evil-ass dirtbag.
So, later, she went out shopping (WITH COVID) and had an accident in the parking lot. All kinds of people were around her and everything. And... (and, this part she thought was funny), one of the first responders asked her if she had been tested for Covid, and her dumbass was shocked. Her tongue crawled out of her mouth and jumped right between her butt-cheeks! lol... She said was laughing while she told me the story, but she said she was so embarrassed, she couldn't say shit. And, all the Good Samaritans and people who had helped her were now backing away - probably in horror. lol.... Lord, ham mercy.... That damn dumb raggedy-ass broad. She didn't mind going to the grocery store with Covid and spreading it, but she couldn't take me to the Pharmacy ten minutes away.
So a couple of weeks passed, and I had to finish handling my mom's estate. I could only see out of one eye at that time. Do you think she tried to help? She offered to take me there, and when the time came, she acted like she didn't know how to get uptown or where to park and that. I was like, I'll take care of all of that. That's my job. I just need you to get me there. She took me as far as the parking lot, and I had to find my way to the courthouse and to where I needed to be. I got lost goint TO the building. I got lost INSIDE the building. And, I got lost trying to find the side street SHE DECIDED SHE WAS GOING TO PARK ON - instead of going to parking deck. (just an asshole).
My mom lived like a hoarder. She was a hoarder. There was all kinds of crap and rats in that house. But.... I connected with family members again, and those greedy rascals came running to get all that they could get - which helped clean some of the house out. But, I actually had to move in there and start cleaning it up myself. EVERYONE DISAPPEARED and it was my responsibility anyway.
Now, before this happened. Before I went over there, this chick got mad and was being spiteful because she said I didn't let her use my phone for the Lyft app after she put her car in the shop! Now, I mentioned before that my Ex and her girls used the Lyft and Uber apps. I was still new to the game. I didn't know she didn't have to have the phone, and I needed my phone because I was waiting on a call from the Clerk Of Court. If she had told me I didn't have to be in the car (because we were still getting over Covid), then I would've gave her the phone to call for a Lyft. But, she said nothing. Instead, she called her brother, friends, and other family members, and talked trash about me behind my back instead of letting me know she could place the order for a ride and I would still be able to keep my phone.
She never said where she had to go, how far she had go, or how long she was going to be gone. She just got angry that I couldn't read her mind, and started defaming my character to anyone who would listen. And, her brother said, "Next time he needs a lift, tell him call for one." And, he didn't even know the details. Although, he knows that many people who deal with her will have problems. So, anyway....She was determined NOT to take me anywhere or do anything for me.
She would say, "I can take you by your mom's house Sunday." and she would get up early and go out of town to a family barbecue or go shopping or do something, and act like she never told me anything. This went on for a few months - until I got a letter from the Clerk Of Court saying that I missed my deadline and that I would be held in contempt if I didn't get an extension to finalize the matters of the estate. So, a mutual friend helped us out and moved all of my things to my mom's house for me.
Now, I was able to work and sleep over there and get everything done. And, then, this fool started coming over there almost every damn day! So, you know it was spite! Plus, she was offering to bring me food and drinks and snacks! WAHT THE HELL???
Money. That's why her trashy opportunistic-ass was hanging around.
Anytime I got ANY MONEY, I gave her "her money" first. And, whatever was left, I hung onto it because I know I would have to pay her again. And, I knew she was going to be headed to the gas station to play the Pick 3 lottery. She played it twice a day, everyday. And, not just one or two tickets.
Hell, I sold all of that crap in my moms house to her sister and brother-in-law for $100. They gave me $200. I E-MEDIATLY gave her $180 and ASKED if she mind if I kept $20 for myself because i was going to need it to give someone gas money or anything might come up!
I had my cards and my debit card with some cash in the bank, but for the most part, I knew I would be their alone.
I really didn't need food, but I had water, so I fasted for 8 days. And, although she was still coming by - but, not as much - I didn't ask her for anything. A month or so later, I fasted for five days. And, the only reason, I broke that fast is because she kept coming over and tryng to get me to eat. We went somewhere and I gave her money or something, but, that's the only reason why she was such a "good friend". She was trying to keep me close for when the inheritance came.
Anyway...
My friend wanted me to stay with him and help him with a YouTube channel.
Now, I told this lady that once I get back with my family, I'm going to be rippin' and runnin' because that's what we do. We party, we travel, we have family events, we eat out all the time, we visit each other, and we smoke and chill.
So, BEFORE THIS STARTED GOING ON, and before I settled back into my old ways, I sent her a grand ($1000) through cash app, because I had to order some checks. I had some, but I couldn't find them at the time.
After a week or so of not talking to her because I was doing just what I said I would be doing - except the traveling. My family was so excited to be eatig at some restaurant we went to out of town, that they left me behind and I ended walking into the side of the building. I thought it was door, but it was the side of the drivethru or something and then I was tripping all over the yellow concrete parking stoppers. (I don't know what you call those things). So, that was my last out of town trip with them. I DID go to a few comedy shows and a concert, but, after that. I stayed in the house. I did't trust them. They have poor awareness and poor self-control.
But... You "homegirl" sent me a scathing text to reprimand me, read me my rights, and to let me know how good she was to me, then... SHE BLOCKED ME. blocked me...
Now, just by coindence, I guess, I had got my checks the next day. (It may have been the same day.) Anway... I cashapped her a message. I didn't ask for her to unblock me. I didn't tell her I wanted to talk to her. I wrote the check for a few grand. I had already gave her one grand. I had been giving her money when I got part of my inheritance earlier. So, it's not like I was being a deadbeat. But, since she wanted to argue, I mailed her a letter with my rebuttal and a nice fat check. And, I never accepted another call or text from her. You blocked me. Good. Keep me blocked.
I see why your niece, sister, and "friends" don't like dealing with your ass. It ain't "Them". It's You!
I wouldn't be surprised if that raggedy rascal spent the rest of that money on Pick 3 Lottery tickets and scratch-offs.
After her, I financed a homeless woman's lies and pipedreams. How much do you think it cost me? And, what do you think she is doing today? Do you think she is still homeless? Do you think she made it off of Skidrow (or, The Blade)? Or, do you think she is with me right now?
