StraightGirl1956

Relationship is an art. The dream that two people create is more difficult to master than one. ~Don Miguel Ruiz

Names Rosalinda today I just found out that my own mother or shall I say the person I’ve called mom was never my real mom. Turns out the real women who gave birth to me actually took me out to an old playground and tried to kill me and my twin. MY OWN MOTHER!!!!
But it’s ok I forgive her. For the past couple of years me and my twin sister have been living on our own but were fine I just thank god that I’m still here today.

I would like to thank :
Fearlucky – For being their for me and being a good friend to me.

a couple random friends- Ironwrought , shadowman101 ,blackrose.

….and a couple of past relationships
Sniperassassin1
trainstation a.k.a liljaywaun
Dylanzetts1
and a couple others…

Sticks and stones are hard on bones
Aimed with angry art,
Words can sting like anything
But silence breaks the heart.
~Phyllis McGinley, “Ballade of Lost Objects,” 1954

A story I wrote ( Actually theirs two parts to this story)

- ( First story – Raising Skylar)

He pushes me on the floor and punches me in my eyes. I cover my face with my hands as he spits on me and calls me a bitch. he’s yelling at me but I can’t hear anything. I look around the room. The lamp is broken . I look on the floor , my daughter is screaming . I look at the T.V. Barbie is on . I look at boss, he’s stopped yelling at me and Is packing his bags leaving Skylar with me. I close my eyes my head is pounding. Now I’m smiling.

( Second Story-The Hurt , The Pain, and The Tears)

I open my eyes and see boss hitting me, punching me, hurting me.
I close my eyes blocking out the pain.

He’s yelling , screaming , this hurt is filled with feelings . I open my eyes and see Skylar . He punches me with so much power.

Boss is yelling again. I can’t breathe tears running down my face like rain. I can’t breathe blood flowing down my body.

First’s shots my daughter , so loud but very quiet . Then me, I close my eyes as blood showers over me. I’m finally free.

( This is a story that really happened to me and I wanted to share)
Febuary 27 , 2013- Simi

So I’m walking home from this place that’s right across the street from my house and I see my social friend simi walking the towards me and says ‘’So you don;tsay hi’‘, and I say ’’no’’. Then he stops and turns around and say ‘’ I have to tell you something ’’. Then I turned around and said ‘’ what ’’. Today is kind of a raining day so he asks ‘’ can we go by the pool to get out of the rain?’’ , and I say ‘’ I need to get home ’’ and he saids ‘’ well can we talk real quick ’’ and I say ‘’for what ’’and then he did that smile which when he smiles at me I can never say no for some reason but anyway so we didn’t go directly infront of my house but we went towards the pool area but not quite towards it ….. idk but the rain was getting a little drizzy and Simi stops walking , so I stop walking so then I asked him ‘’ so what did you want to talk about anyway’’ then he says come here and grabs my hand . So I come in this broken down house with holes In the house and the couches is dirty and everything and it kind of smells like mariquana . I’m starting to think Simi comes here to smoke and stop to get away from the cops or something but I start to feel like something’s up so I say ‘’ what do you want?’’ and then Simi sits on on eof the couches and looks up and say ‘’ can I at least give you a hug’’ so im about to give hom a hug but I stopadn tell him to stand up and then he did what I said and hugsme and touches my butt so iback up and say ’’stop’’ and so he says im sorry and holds out his arms tohug me again but this time he did it again so isaid stop again and try to back up but he’s holding me and says I have to tell you something and I tell him stop louder andhe says ‘’ wait theres something on your neck and I’m trying to get away from him and ask him wat , so he pulls my hair to one side of my head and says ‘’ letme show you ’’. Im pinned to the couch telling himto get off of me as he tries to give me a hickey , and then he squeases my butt and bends my back to make me lay back on the couch beside me ( remember their were two couches ) he starts bending me again and I start pulling my feet up but its caught on his lower pants and try to kick his stomach and the other boot on his lower area to pull him away from me which worked because the one thing I learned was no matter what situation he was to always look good and I know my shoes were dirty alittle from walking in that wet grass that Simi does not like getting his clothes dirty. Thank god it didn’t go further than that .