Dear MD (Mommy Dearest) and Mean’a;
It has come to my attention from many, many people that you wanted to get the message out to everyone that I of 42yrs old of age, diagnosed with bipolar depression, was involved with Chocolate Baby (CB) 18yr old legal male living at your residence while I was staying there to recoup from my planned plastic surgery. I was hesitant in moving in, not only because of the warnings and all the horror stories that I’ve heard of when people come to house 666, but MD you did it to atone for what you did to me when my father died, so I used you and I stayed at your house so I could recoup, but I never forgot. MD. I grew up telling you all my secrets and confiding in you. You are cousin to my mother and I even considered you more like an aunt, but the day you not only changed my perception of what it means to trust, but you also destroyed one of the most important relationships in my life. You blamed more than one cousin of mine for spreading my inner most thoughts and secret, but it was you the whole time, telling everyone who you could lay your eyes on and your big mouth could reach. This cousin of mine, not cousin by blood, but by choice and actions, was someone who was there for me from day one when my father passed away and because of her, I didn’t kill myself on the days where it was really dark. She was there for me, and you took that away; no words can express how I still feel. My cousin and I have this thing called “Sunday Coffee” where we would just talk and talk and I didn’t know it at the time, but it was therapy for me. The first summer when my father passed and I was out in the streets, getting involved & moving in a complete stranger into my parents house, wildin out and not caring if I lived or died, she was the one that gave me a verbal punch in the face and snapped me out of it and as I was getting better and I started to live again. And just like that, my whole life, right on display, being discussed by people I don’t even talk to and that’s because of your mouth MD and when I came to you and told you what was going on, and tried to figure out who could it be and you convinced me it was Sunday Coffee and not you. I was so fragile then. I should’ve believed you Sunday and I am forever sorry.
The relationship between Sunday and I changed. I hated her, not because she allegedly told my business, but because you made me hate her by telling me you heard this person repeat what she said, and that person. It went on and on and it continued to fester and I lost my sister, my friend, my cousin, my Sunday Coffee. It took me a long time to finally realize and accept when I was being told it was you running your mouth, that it was actually you. So I set you up, planted a seed and boy, did it grow, and that was the day that you, MD, became, enemy of my state.
So now, I’m going to put it all together for you. Why the open letter for the whole world to see? For many reasons, here are 3 main ones; you and your daughter sit in your house situated on a slanted hill, talking about people and judging them everyday of your lives and these are people that come to your house as friends & family. Everyone talks about everyone, but the level that you two God-fearing “crispians” do it is to elevate yourselves and assassinate characters to others all because you are jealous miserable beings. You care what people think, whereas, I don’t and can live my life freely. The other reason is to also expose you two as publicly as possible, so the next time you open your mouth and my name comes out regarding this very subject, you will implode on the spot. And finally, to really say, Sunday, it took me a very long time, but I am sorry for accusing you of something that you had nothing to do with. MD will never apologize for putting your name into her BS, but she doesn’t need to, I took that shit.
Now, let’s get into it.
I don’t think you realize how stupid you both are by shining a light on my relationship with CB, because I don’t need to lie, but I had to for his sake and by his request. I will not explain to you what the nature of the relationship was or how it came to be, but I will tell you this, he’s young, handsome, smart and has a great heart and if you took ½ the time you did to find out gossip about other people and invested in him, then you’d see what I saw. I have love for him, but I’m not in love. Yes, he’s 18, well, now 19 and it happened. SO THE HELL WHAT?!?! I’m not related to him, I didn’t rape him and we are 2 consenting adults with a 24yr gap and whatever you want to call what it was, it’s ours. The fact that you and Mean’a feel the need to try and disintegrate my character because you don’t agree with what happened, or maybe you felt disrespected in your house, I don’t care. After my surgery you took off MD for a month to go deal with your other house, I was left with Mean’a and CB and CB’s little sister. I could hardly walk, I was in such pain. CB was there for me, as usual, while Mean’a was in her rat’s nest doing what she does best, reporting the daily “none of her business” news on the phone that’s forever in her hand. I was shocked when Mean’a put down the phone long enough to prepare her chicken soup or what I called: salmonella soup suprise. Mean’a came upstairs to serve my stitched up ass SS soup and the door was open and CB and I were watching tv. When Mean’a walked into the room, she saw CB reaching by the bed to get my laptop for me and a day later, Mean’a came charging at me like a wild boar, asking me if something was going on with me and CB because she saw him getting off of me the other night. First off, that’s when you see something/say something and secondly, his little sister, a child, which you don’t know the difference, and you were in the house and once I start with the get down, I means to finish with no interruptions, so you are just stupid. Mean’a was mad because her fiancé, Nacho Libre, didn’t show for the holidays & no one was giving her any attention since MD was gone. Mean’a said to me if it were we “both need to get the fuck out now”. It was quite the scene and there’s more to the story and which you know, because I called you the next day and told you all about it MD and your exact words were: Don’t pay Mean’a any mind. Whenever her and Nacho are fighting or if he does something wrong, she takes it out on everyone.” Well, too bad for Mean’a,. She can run you and everyone else in that house, as for me, zero tolerance.
MD there was mention of a Presentation, which caused all this to blow up, with shots of text msgs where Mean’a was so mad and both myself and CB, that she wanted to shoot us and hated us and all sort of things that she said that got documented and Mean’a got a copy and now here we are and here is the list of what I’ve been accused of and told and to save time, my response is next to each point.
• I seduced CB- Everyone who meets CB and I could tell CB was all about me. I don’t need to seduce anyone. I always had clothes on in the house. Mean’a, your daughter, is the one that forgets where her pants are once there is a man on property, even infront of the 18yr old, but I’m sure he got use to it, since he arrived there at ripe age of 16. Seducing is reserved for women who like to sleep with married men and can’t keep their own man. I don’t need to catch men, they trap themselves
• I didn’t pay bills in the house- I offered rent MD, you said no and requested I take over the gas bill. Not my fault the gas relief kicked in and the bill came to $35-40 on some months. I bought plenty of stuff for that house in addition to the gas bill. And planning a trip for you and your friends, my time is money, so we are even as far as I’m concerned. If you feel there is some discrepancy and in need of my money, come get it. I do not like to owe or send whomever to come get it. Large or small bills? Let me know
• I’m crazy- YOU ARE ABSOLULTELY CORRECT- I can’t always control my anger, feelings, emotions or actions sometimes and that’s why it’s called bipolar. I make it no secret that I suffer from it and if that makes me crazy, so be it. What I don’t understand is why you would let a crazy person move into your house, with the potential of seducing CB and being a freeloader. Sounds like you’re the crazy one to me MD.
And finally, this letter could very well be a novel with the amount of stuff that still has not been said, nor will ever be said. In order for someone to insult me, it needs to come from a source that is respected throughout the community in which they socialize in. Someone who sleeps with married men, unable to show emotion unless it’s advantageous has no right to even form a finger, better yet, point it. Mean’a is a bully who enjoys feeling superior, needs A LOT of attention and runs the show. She is running the show over at 666, but I’m not a cast member.
Quite honestly, I’ve tried to mentor Mean’a, especially since she insists on shopping for clothes in the childrens section, but she is who she is and if putting her body out like that both publicly and privately is a cry for help for a seamstress and bra expert. I did hear that the Presentation caused some to believe that was put together to notify you two that CB and I were involved and you both are so stupid, you still can’t see when something is actually about you. Mean’a came at me and made my surgery recovery time miserable when I was immobile with all she did and from my understanding, the Presentation was intended to reprimand an unruly, disrespectful, thoughtless little pig who was talking to everyone about me, but nothing to say to me. I did hear that there is a get together this presentation and I’d be happy to get the details and share and that way, whoever wants to be there, can be there.
So in closing, I have decided to end things with CB, not because of you two idiots, but because it wasn’t ever going anywhere. And I’m sure MD would’ve loved for Mean’a to have had the chance with CB because that ‘s the only way Mean- would ever be able to have someone that looks both good on paper and in person. He’s all yours girls!.
I’m pretty much done with all of this, but I know this is far from over. I’m only going to say this once: When going to battle, you never show your full hand. It’s up to you if we put a period or comma after this,.
Hurry Up!! You already took too long reading this!! Get on the phone and read it out loud (if you’re not already) to your tribes for comments and outrage!!!
