That’s just how we’re made even though we are from the damn mother. This means that you are different than me, so stop acting like you are not. I may be smarter than you and you may know fashion better than me, but it doesn’t make neither one of us better than. We are just better in certain areas. This also means that we can help or even teach each other what we know.
When I wake up, I have a very deep voice
When around the car guys, I am a little quiet
When I am at work, I am very proper and educated to the black people that work with me but blackish to the white people
My phone voice has been said to sound like a phone sex operator
When I am mad, everything goes out the window and I yell
I am said to be hood crazy when I am around people that my husband works with as this is how he paints my picture. No harm though
My one coworker says I have a potty mouth, I will admit, I curse a lot and there is room for improvement!
I can talk to my husband about anything. He is my best friend. He is mY Road Dog. If I need something he’s there for me. But, the key is to say or tell him what I need or what I want.
I can talk to him on his way home from work and share with him my day and not be shy of certain things that I went through.
For example: if you have diarrhea, you go to the bathroom 6 times a day, who can you tell that story to?
I share personal things with him as he does with me and we both said that we never thought that we would be able to share these types of things to someone else, especially are significant other.
Being together for so long allowed us to open up and share any and everything which leads to more conversations.
I have times when I am angry or sad. I used to have three people I could call and share that with. We all have Grown Apart and lived Our Lives without each other. Now I have my husband and I can’t keep calling him with my issues, especially if they’re with him.
I am glad that I can still call two of my friends and tell them my issues. But it’s not the same. I knew that they had my back in the past. But I don’t think that they have my back now.
I always looked at my husband as having my back. Just because I didn’t have friends anymore. I don’t hang out with anybody, or call anybody, or being a presence of anybody besides my two kids my husband. I feel that no one has my back but him.
I went to a monster truck event. We paid for all the seats except for 4. Those four people didn’t show up. We put our coats in the four seats until those people showed up, and then we would move our Colts.
When the four people showed up, the wife was I raped, Andrew. She was causing a fight to happen. I told her that we only use the seats until the people showed up oh, I have the whole row to put the coats in no problem. She continued to be rude to me which made me mad.
When I got defensive and mad my team came to see what was going on. The husband of the rude woman explained that she was new to the scenery and apologize. I moved all of our stuff and they had their seats. I went down to the women of the men that were there I would assume it was their girlfriend. I said where were you when she was being rude and I was going to have to fight. The one woman said, oh you had something going on.
She wasn’t that far away from me to where she didn’t see or hear what was going on and all of our party went down to that same area and she did not. I will never go anywhere with her again. She has no backup. She is not my backup ever in life I don’t trust her.