Dear Readers/Followers/and Friends,
I don't feel very "lotty-dotty" lately, so this post is not going to be dandy. Life is not always cheerful and or smooth for me. I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth, but in fact, with an old rusty one instead. So be it!
That didn't mean that I don't seek happiness or ungrateful to life. At this point, I am just allowing myself to use this space, my own blog, to write it out in BOLD and REAL senses of life.
Dear Satan,
I didn't come up with this name for you, but rather it was from a religious woman who tried to console me for what happened this past weekend. How she analyzed out your behaviors, and they all made sense to me. Thus, Satan seemed like a perfect fit for you! I couldn't come up with anything nicer than this.
For the past 9 years I chose to avoid men because of what you're represented, not that is your fault or anything. However, if you really take a look, I have to tolerate your being in my life because of the kids, not because you have any meaning to me. It was done, and I was finished!
I long, I wish, I dream for a life when I don't have to see your face, or hearing your voice ever again. As I type this, I could hear your Satan's voice and see your Satan's expression "It will never happen, bitch!" Yes, I know, I realize that, and I accept that!
Dear Brother,
I heard that Satan came to you when he found out that he couldn't threaten me, made me listen, or has much control anymore. I'm sorry about that!
Please, please, I'm begging you though, next time if he comes, can you just have enough courage to tell him that HE IS NOT WELCOME at your house anymore. I don't ask you for anything, but this I ask, and beg you to do so.
It has to stop! It goes on long enough! It happens too many times!
No one in his family has a right mind to teach him what is right, what is wrong, what is appropriate, and what is inappropriate. So whenever he has a tantrum, he acted out!
Dear Immature Satan,
You are like a child with tantrums! Just because you didn't get your ways with me, or made me weak, you went to my brother to tattle on me. What did you expect my brother going to do to me? Bend me over and spank me for your sake? Ha...
Funny, what if I do the same thing you did? What if I go to your brother, jumping up and down like a jack-a$$ because you won't listen to me, or get my way with you? Now, really, think about it, if you're capable of thinking..
Dear Every Other Weekend
Do you know that I'm dreading of you? Can you stop coming for a while so I can just rest? Really, every time you come, Satan comes! You already know what happened last weekend when he was here! A mess...a big effing mess that Satan brought with him.