Ginger Vee My Chronic Life

For most of my life I’ve tried my best to keep the peace, keep my mouth shut, to not make “waves” as to not make situations worse, but I no longer fear my own voice. I AM NO LONGER CONTROLLED BY ANYONE. And this Mama is maaaad. These are messages that were sent to my daughter from my oldest female sibling (I can’t consider ass holes as sisters) right before & the day after a big birthday. Notice no mention of “Happy 21st Birthday” to her ONLY niece?😡

I’ve never before had proof of the narcissistic abuse that I faced my entire life (until I separated myself from them a year ago), so I’ve only had my stories, journals, and my painful memories to share with caring souls, and my therapist 🤪.
These messages infuriate me for numerous reasons, I could go line by line with Stories of similar abuse that I faced, and go line by line about why I am so hurt and infuriated. But, I’ll only hit the highlights.
First and foremost, I completely agree, “what IS wrong with our family”?! Seriously?! Who treats people like this?!

Secondly, and this is one of two of the most important things I need to communicate, I have not separated myself from my parents and my two siblings because of politics. I repeat: I HAVE NOT SEPARATED MYSELF FROM MY FAMILY BECAUSE OF POLITICS.  I don’t care who they voted for. I don’t care about their stance on Covid, or masks, or the entire pandemic. Just like they don’t care about my struggles with agoraphobia knowing that I have been a germ Afobe with extreme OCD my entire life. They don’t care, and that’s OK.
Second secondly, my choice to separate myself from my family is, and always has been, 100% my own choice.
MY CHOICE.
MINE.
MY DECISION.
MY ACTION.
No one except for those who hurt me are responsible for me not having a family anymore. My husband has never said a negative word about them – to this day. My husband has NEVER kept me from them. Ever! If I wanted to go visit my parents tomorrow, my husband would offer to drive me… And buy them flowers if I so desired. Honest to God.

💔 I can’t tell you how much it hurts to be seen is so insignificant as to not be able to be trusted to make your own choices and feel your own feelings. What a gut punch it is to have “politics” and my husband blamed for me setting boundaries and no longer wanting to be hurt by them. They told me how to live my life for so long, it literally doesn’t occur to them that I don’t need them to tell me how to do it, or I can make my own life choices, and have my very own thoughts.

It doesn’t occur to them that I don’t have to be controlled.

By anyone.

It’s almost as though they’re jealous of Lee, that he “gets to control me” now and they can’t any longer, and that is just atrocious. It’s utterly heartbreaking to not be seen as an independent, individually thinking, authentic woman. It doesn’t make me hateful to not want to be yelled at. It’s not a difference of opinion that I don’t want to be mistreated, it’s a fact. There is truly only so much gaslighting, manipulation, bullying, name-calling, threats, drama, insanity & pure narcissistic poison that I can take, so I removed myself from the people who are poisonous & doing those hurtful things to me.
Again, For the record, I am not controlled by anyone. (And! I made these choices long before I had a therapist and a psychiatrist.)

Thirdly, this is not about a difference of opinions or “lifestyle choices”. Part of my decision weighed on the fact that (A) my twin sibling abandoned her ONLY child, and (B)That not one of them reckognize my nephew as a human being. His transition is not a lifestyle choice. It is him becoming his true self; it’s the way he was born & has always been inevitable. And they can’t even have the common courtesy enough to know and remember his name. It’s not that I “disagree” with their lifestyle choices, or that I don’t like that they’re racist AND bigoted, AND Homophobic, they are free to feel how they feel, and I GENUINELY don’t judge them for that (often, it’s grace & pity I feel for them.) I’ve just made a conscientious choice to not be around it. To not support it in anyway, to not engage with people who are hateful and unloving. To not have relationships with unkind hearts and mean souls. I don’t want to be a part of their energy in any way. Writing this is exhausting more energy than they deserve, but I’m bored. 😂

I love my nephew. I saw that sweet face come into this world, and I love him like my own, and I will not put up with anyone disrespecting his sweet little soul. Sure, he deserves grandparents and aunts, but their bigoted and hateful ways has taken him from me for a really long time, and that is so unfair to me. This is not a difference of opinion. This is humanity. This is love.

They’re so quick to say stick with family, we’re “your blood”, “stay true to us” yet, my dad abandoned a child like 50 years ago, my sister abandoned her ONLY child, my mother doesn’t recognize her second grandson as a human being, and the oldest one has never even acknowledged his presence in the world; they talk to my daughter like shit & treat her like this, and completely disregard me as an autonomous thinker, accuse my husband of abusing me, and my son hardly remembers who tf they even are because they never made an effort to get to know him.. but yeah. Family sticks together. 🙄

I have had 4 surgeries, major spine surgery, numerous mental breakdowns, significant debilitating chronic pain and mental illness struggles, and not one of them were there holding my hand when I woke up from surgery, sending me a text checking in to see how I’m holding up during the toughest years of my life as a germ afobe, or even acknowledging my independent existence.

Family is my best friend taking me to my doctors appointments on her only day off. Family is my neighbor and her kids bringing me food when I couldn’t cook, giving me homemade cards when I was feeling down, and surprising me with Pepsi, a Snickers & flowers “just because”. 🥺🥰Family wipes away your tears, and would never tell you that you’re selfish for having them drip; even if they don’t “get it.” Family doesn’t yell or call you names if you can’t return a phone call right away. They understand that you struggle and merely offer grace when you’re overwhelmed. Family doesn’t wait to see if you’re going to call them if they want to talk to you, they just reach out to talk to you.

My final point? Family doesn’t hurt each other. A few years ago I realized that, as a matter of fact, Oldest Sibling, contrary to your guilt trip, manipulative bull shit, family isn’t necessarily blood. Family is not limited to the people who raised you, who your siblings or blood Aunts & uncles are. Family is who loves you with grace and compassion. Family is judgement’less, supportive and respects each other’s boundaries, sensitivities, and feelings. They don’t bully. They sure as shit don’t threaten each other. 😳🤬

💜 I’m “Aunty” to many, but I only have 1 blood nephew. And I will be there, at all of their graduations, at their weddings, and their baby showers…, because they are my family. They are my nieces & nephews, and I love them more than words can express; and there is not a drop of blood between us.💜

Though I certainly don’t need to clarify shit, I will say, My most intelligent daughter is certainly not small minded or spoiled. She has a huge humanitarian heart, and works her ass off every day to forge a career, so honestly, anyone who questions her integrity or intelligence can fuck right off. 🖕Yes, my child is an utterly gorgeous young woman, but you superficial bitch! there’s SOOOO much more to her and screw you for being so shallow & absurd. Oh! And, guess who’s NOT invited to the wedding? 😂 HER choice. Their fault. Entirely.

I know many of you have heard stories of mine in regards to how I’ve been treated by my family; controlled, manipulated, subjected to constant projection, lies, gas lighting, bullying, Narcissistic, verbal, emotional, and mental ABUSE, and how I’ve been cast is a weak minded, fragile, judgy, impressionable, controlled, abused woman because I removed myself from their universe. They think I’m judgemental, yet know absolutely NOTHING about me…obviously. If you know me, you are aware that I’m truly judgement free. I know people are more than my perspective of them. I removed my ego, painfully & conscientiously over years of spiritual work, and I am a safe space to share one’s opinion with & I live in grace, allowing for others to authentically, safely, freely feel their feelings, and if you don’t know that about me, well…then you obviously don’t know me. 🤷‍♀️ And, honestly? These people who demand to be called “family” have no clue who I am. They CAN’T see my heart, or my spirit, and THAT’S OK! I truly hold no animosity towards these individuals. I’m feeling anger now, but I’m not ashamed of it, and I’m not letting it control me. I’m feeling it, and that’s ok. After this post, I’ll release it. I no longer engage with their negativity because I don’t want to, and I don’t have to. Someone said yesterday, “it’s not really a loss if their lack of presence doesn’t bring you sadness”. And you can be sure that I have no sadness in the fact that I don’t allow these people to abuse me any longer. I’d love a healthy, healing dialogue to communicate my boundaries, but that’ll never happen. I’d be called selfish if I communicated my needs. They’d have to change, grow, and be willing to learn & participate in the healing process, alas, they cannot see past their hatred and want nothing to do with me unless they can continue to treat me like shit. I’m one crazy cat because of their abusive nonsense, and I’ve tapped out. I’m done. And, apparently since my daughter didn’t respond in a timely manner, they assumed the same of her. My guess? Well, she responded, “keep my dad’s name out of your mouth”…so perhaps they done “lost” her too. 🤷‍♀️🤣

Well, they’re at it again. LaRonda texted me on the night of my 41st birthday. Trying to manipulate and guilt trip me, play the woe is me game, blame it on anyone else but yourself type bull shit. Here’s how it went:

Lee read it and pitted her. Thought she sounded sweet and pathetic. Des read it and thought it sounded ok.

Ha! Amateurs. This was another pit. Another trap. Another carefully crafted text full of fake bull shit, AND I DID NOT TAKE THE BATE!! it was a trap, and this time, I knew it. And I didn’t fall for it. I responded in a timely manner, maybe 3 days later. As of today, June 6, 2022 there has been no response to my carefully crafted reply. She asked what the problem was, so I told her. No one really cared to ever actually ask me why I left, so I told her every reason I thought was pertinent, and answered her question thoughtfully and honestly.

I figured she’d ignore it because I didn’t give her what she wanted…which is? 🤷‍♀️ To ‘win’ me back so they can continue to abuse me and yell at me, and bully me? So they can tell me how to live my life? I think I’ve proven that I ABSOLUTELY do not need them. I’m not someone who must be controlled.

Here’s my response:

So, you’re the ‘favorite’ now?! Yay. You want a prize? The problem is the fact that there are favorites. How do you not see that that is not a healthy family dynamic? That we are constantly vying to be top dog? Who the fuck does that? You ask what my problem is… well, I’m happy to communicate how exactly I’ve been feeling, and why I have made the choices that I have made…I.e what my problem is. No one’s cared enough to ask or listen up till now.

The problem is nobody knows how to treat people in this family.

The problem is the rampant abuse, disrespect, lies, and the bullying that goes on. The problem is no one cares about who I really am, just care about who y’all think I should be and controlling me.

Dina is an abusive drug addict alcoholic with severe mental health issues, like our father, including Narcissistic Personality Disorder and explosive rage, who abused me my entire life, but none of you care. Not a single one of you has ever stepped in when you saw the way she treated me. The problem is that you think it’s OK that I would end up in tears at every single gathering, every single holiday, because y’all would gang up on me, and pick on me incessantly. And fucking laugh about it!

My father witnessed the bullying and abuse that I endured at the hands of my identical twin sister on numerous occasions, and yet, never did anything. Well, that’s not accurate. There was one time that I got yelled at for “letting her” treat me poorly. She never had a single repercussion. She abused me until I was 38 years old, and none of you wanna talk about it. That’s the problem.

Yet, you wanna blame my husband or my mother-in-law for brainwashing me into making the choices that I have made. It doesn’t ever occur to you, even for a second, that I’ve made my own choice. Isn’t that sad? That you think so little of me that you don’t believe I have autonomy in my thinking. Do you know how hurtful that is?

The fact that my parents think that my husband is abusing me, when the only abuse that I’ve EVER endured is the Narcissism, manipulation, mental and emotional and verbal abuse at the hands of my own family, is mind boggling. For the record, I’ve only been physically abused (hit) by Dina, but each of you have been abusive in some way my whole life. I’ve lived a family life of Gaslighting, manipulation, name calling, yelling, screaming, receiving screams from phone calls at 6am; I’m mocked, bullied for my OCD & phobias, constantly picked on for my sensitivities/pain and the way I live my life. THAT’S the problem.

The problem is the fact that anything I do, no matter how much I try, how many times I call, or what effort I make, it’s literally never enough. Ever. Why be around people who constantly tell you that everything you do is bad and wrong? I refuse to be a hamster in a wheel of the abuse any longer.

A huge problem is that no one knows how to respect boundaries. If I set them, or if I assert them, then I’m a bad guy. I get called selfish, I get screamed at, my boundaries and wishes are ignored and disrespected, and I refuse to to be thought of as so insignificant and unimportant to my own family. Boundaries are necessary for all healthy relationships, but you all view them as options & nonsense and whiny’ness. I’m not ok with that. I demand to be respected. That’s not selfishness, it’s self care.

The problem is you people say that blood is all that matters, that family is all that matters, but it’s not. How you treat people is ALL that matters. Am I really supposed to just allow you to treat me like shit because I’m your sister? To endure the bull shit meanness & bullying just because they’re my family? Do you really think that’s OK? Do you think it’s OK as an Aunty to send the type of text message that you sent to my daughter around her birthday (when she was delayed in responding to you)? Y’all say you believe that blood is thicker than water, well then, it would seem to reason that you would at least be nice to the person who shares your DNA. Not call them names.

Not a single one of you know how to be kind or encouraging, and know nothing of grace and empathy, and apparently don’t know how to be remotely even peaceful. You 4 thrive on drama and chaos, and I do not.

The problem is all of the anger, negativity, trauma, and the lacking desire to heal or seek treatment. The problem is that no one recognizes that problems exist.

I have separated myself from my very mean family. I could only take so much. I was picked on & controlled by the 4 of you my entire life. My entire fucking life. And I refuse to be treated like that any longer.

My whole life, every ounce of pain that I had was competed with, ignored or downplayed. I was called selfish for being in pain and having needs, and keeping me healthy was not a priority. So, as an adult I have permanent nerve damage on the entire right side of my body. I suffer greatly with severe chronic daily pain, from a disease called the “suicide disease” because it is the most painful condition known to man. Yet, all you people do is question my pain, think I’m being dramatic, or exaggerating, and you don’t believe me, and that’s absurd.

I have gone through neck surgery (where they literally removed part of my spine), I’ve had hand surgery, foot surgery, been through three abdominal procedures, experienced an 11mm kidney stone, and not one of you were there. Not a single one of you called, came to see me, or even gave a shit. Every time I woke up after surgery not one of you were there holding my hand, visiting me, helping my family with meals, or even remotely showing care or concern. But when something is wrong with any of you, if the world doesn’t stop for you than lookout! whoever’s in your way will undoubtably receive your wrath.

There is so much animosity, so much mental health sickness, selfishness, narcissism and abuse, and none of you see it. You just continue to spew nonsense, mock me, yell at me, call me names, cuss at me, tell me how horrible I am, and how my husband is abusing me, or how shitty my daughter is, instead of carrying on a normal conversation.

How about the fact that none of y’all even know my son?! His grandparents stopped wanting to spend time with him because he was somewhat of a picky eater. I mean, who the fuck does that? Who disregards an entire human because of the way that they eat? Why would anyone think that that is acceptable to cast away their grandson because he prefers a certain type of oatmeal? It’s awful.

The judgement that seeps from all of you is truly sickening. Why are you so hell-bent on controlling how other people live their lives? And why does anyone have to live their life the same way that you do just for you to be nice to them?

The problem is no one listens to me because no one cares what I have to say. It’s the fact that the 4 of you don’t know how to treat people. The problem is the rampant bigotry, hatred and ignorance that runs through the icy veins of all of you. I refuse to condone the fact that y’all don’t even recognize Dina’s child as family. I mean how disgusting is that? To think we have a say in how other people live their lives, and then to think that it’s OK to either approve or disapprove. That’s insane!

You people don’t care about anyone else except for yourselves, and that’s fine. I just choose to not be around it. I have no animosity. Truly. I’m not angry, just hurt. I hold grace and space for each one of you, and I am healing from all of your meanness. I am finally finding out who I am without being told who I need to be or who I should be.

The problem is the fact that none of you are willing to discuss incidents of the past to heal, learn, grow…change. No, you live in a world of lies and deceit, delusions and paranoia. That’s fine. You do you. Don’t change on my account. I’m just gonna continue to live my truth, and enjoy my peaceful life. I wish no one ill will, but I refuse to invite you into my universe. I am happy and I have extracted the poison from my life, and I intend to keep it gone, for not yet am I healed, nor immune to the pain you all cause me.

To sum it all up; The problem is the fact that there are so many problems, and yet none of y’all see a single one.

Oh, you’re the ‘favorite’ now?! Yay. You want a prize? The problem is the fact that there are favorites. How do you not see that that is not a healthy family dynamic? That we are constantly vying to be top dog? Who the fuck does that? You ask what my problem is… well, I’m happy to communicate how exactly I’ve been feeling, and why I have made the choices that I have made…I.e what my problem is. No one’s cared enough to ask or listen up till now.

The problem is nobody knows how to treat people in this family.

The problem is the rampant abuse, disrespect, lies, and the bullying that goes on. The problem is no one cares about who I really am, just care about who y’all think I should be and controlling me. Dina is an abusive drug addict alcoholic with severe mental health issues, like our father, including Narcissistic Personality Disorder and explosive rage, who abused me my entire life, but none of you care. Not a single one of you has ever stepped in when you saw the way she treated me. The problem is that you think it’s OK that I would end up in tears at every single gathering, every single holiday, because y’all would gang up on me, and pick on me incessantly.

My father witnessed the bullying and abuse that I endured at the hands of my identical twin sister on numerous occasions, and yet never did anything. Well, that’s not accurate. There was one time that I got yelled at for “letting her” treat me poorly. She never had a single repercussion. She abused me until I was 38 years old, and none of you wanna talk about it. That’s the problem.

Yet, you wanna blame my husband or my mother-in-law for brainwashing me into making the choices that I have made. It doesn’t ever occur to you, even for a second, that I’ve made my own choice. Isn’t that sad? That you think so little of me that you don’t believe I have autonomy in my thinking. Do you know how hurtful that is?

The fact that my parents think that my husband is abusing me, when the only abuse that I’ve EVER endured is the Narcissism, manipulation, mental and emotional and verbal abuse at the hands of my own family. For the record, I’ve only been physically abused (hit) by Dina, but each of you have been abusive in some way my whole life. I’ve lived a family life of Gaslighting, manipulation, name calling, yelling, screaming, calling people just to yell at them; I’m mocked, bullied for my OCD & phobias, constantly picked on for my sensitivities/pain and the way I live my life. THAT’S the problem.

The problem is the fact that anything I do, no matter how much I try, how many times I call, or what effort I make, it’s literally never enough. Ever. Why be around people who constantly tell you that everything you do is bad and wrong? I refuse to be a hamster in a wheel of the abuse any longer.

A huge problem is that no one knows how to respect boundaries. If I set them, or if I assert them, then I’m a bad guy. I get called selfish, I get screamed at, my boundaries and wishes are ignored and disrespected, and I refuse to to be thought of as so insignificant and unimportant to my own family. Boundaries are necessary for all healthy relationships, but you all view them as nonsense and whiny’ness. I’m not ok with that.

The problem is you people say that blood is all that matters, that family is all that matters, but it’s not. How you treat people it’s ALL that matters. Am I really supposed to just allow you to treat me like shit because I’m family? To endure bullying by my family just because they’re my family? Do you really think that’s OK? Do you think it’s OK as an Aunty to send the type of text message that you sent to my daughter around her birthday (when she was delayed in responding to you)? Y’all say you believe that blood is thicker than water, well then, it would seem to reason that you would at least be nice to the person who shares your DNA. Not call them names. Not a single one of you know how to be kind or encouraging, you know nothing of grace and empathy, and apparently don’t know how to be remotely even peaceful. You four thrive on drama and chaos, and I do not.

The problem is all of the anger, negativity, trauma, and the lacking desire to heal or seek treatment. The problem is that no one recognizes that there is a problem.

I have separated myself from my very mean family. I could only take so much. I was picked on by the four of you my entire life. My entire fucking life. And I refuse to be treated like that any longer.

My entire life, every ounce of pain that I had was competed with, ignored or downplayed. I was called selfish for being in pain and having needs, and keeping me healthy was not a priority. So, as an adult I have permanent nerve damage on the entire right side of my body. I suffer greatly with severe chronic daily pain, from a disease called the “suicide disease” because it is the most painful condition known to man. Yet, all you people do is question my pain, think I’m being dramatic, or exaggerating, and you don’t believe me, and that’s absurd.

I have gone through neck surgery (where they literally removed part of my spine), I’ve had hand surgery, foot surgery, been through three abdominal procedures, an 11mm kidney stone, and not one of you were there. Not a single one of you called, came to see me, or even gave a shit. Every time I woke up after surgery not one of you were there holding my hand, visiting me, helping my family with meals, or even remotely giving a shit. But when something is wrong with any of you, if the world doesn’t stop for you than lookout! whoever’s in your way will undoubtably receive your wrath.

The problem is that there’s so much animosity, there’s so much mental health sickness, there’s so much narcissism and abuse and none of you see it. Yet you want to mock me, yell at me, call me names, cuss at me, tell me how horrible I am, and how my husband is abusing me, or how shitty my daughter is, instead of carrying on a normal conversation.

How about the fact that none of y’all even know my son?! His grandparents stopped wanting to spend time with him because he was somewhat of a picky eater. I mean, who the fuck does that? Who disregards an entire human because of the way that they eat? Why would anyone think that that is acceptable to cast away their grandson because he prefers a certain type of oatmeal? It’s awful.

The judgement that seeps from all of you is truly sickening. Why are you so hell-bent on controlling how other people live their lives? And why does anyone have to live their life the same way that you do just for you to be nice to them?

The problem is no one listens to me because no one cares what I have to say. It’s the fact that the four of you don’t know how to treat people. The problem is the rampant bigotry, hatred and ignorance that runs through the icy veins of you 4. I refuse to condone the fact that y’all don’t even recognize Dina’s child as family. I mean how disgusting is that? To think we have a say in how other people live their lives, and then to think that it’s OK to either approve or disapprove. That’s insane!

You people don’t care about anyone else except for yourselves and that’s fine. I just choose to not be around it. I have no animosity. I hold grace and space for each one of you, and I am healing from all of your meanness. I am finally finding out who I am without being told who I need to be or who I should be. The problem is the fact that none of you see a problem. None of you are willing to discuss incidents of the past to heal, learn, grow…change. No, you live in a world of lies and deceit, delusions and paranoia. That’s great. You do you. I’m just gonna continue to live my truth, and enjoy my peaceful life. I wish no one ill will, but I refuse to invite you into my universe. I am happy and I have extracted the poison from my life, and I intend to keep it gone, for not yet am I healed, nor immune to the pain you all cause me.

To sum it all up; The problem is the fact that there are so many problems, and yet none of y’all see a single one.

SHE DIDN’T GET MY TEXT & asked me to email her. Here’s her text:

Honey I would love to read it but my texting app won’t let me download it to open it😠. I do have an email. It’s lolatucker74@gmail.com. Yes, please share your feelings with me. I’m not sure what I did wrong to have both of my sister’s basically write me off. I’ve done nothing but better myself since my Dee died, so, I’d like to have my sissy’s love and God forbid, respect, again. Destini , unfortunately, has this unreasonable judgement of me that I’m not real happy with because it’s not based on any real experience of her own, but that’s not something I can do anything about, obviously, so I’m not gonna let it affect My own opinion of myself. Because it’s a crock of spoon fed bull shit. But that’s her n I, not you and I. You and I have actually interacted our whole lives and your opinion of me matters to me. I apologize if my life style choices in the past has impacted you in some negative way. I tried hard to make sure it never did, for the most part, it didn’t. Maybe I’m wrong?

My response via email

You did affect my life negatively in some ways. You did. Not your ‘lifestyle choices’ (wtf?!?)

I Don’t give a shit how many times you’ve been to prison, who you love, who you fuck, what you shoot in your arm or sniff up your nose. I don’t give a shit what you drink, how many people you fucked over, how many throats you you slit, or how many kilos of drugs you’ve Muled, none of that matters to me. It’s how you treated me. Which was really mean sometimes.

I hold zero judgment against your lifestyle, and your choices. I’m not here to condemn you or make you feel guilty. The fact is simple: You have all hurt me in different ways. Though, you’re just the only one who is bullying never really turned to abuse.

I don’t have any animosity or anger for any of you. I’m just done with all the lies and manipulation, anger and negativity. I’ve chosen peace over family. And don’t think for a second that THAT was an easy decision. But it’s the choice I MADE – all on my own after years of hurt tears and screaming.

I’m on a path of healing. It’s as simple as that. Healing from some deep traumatic pain that is a direct result of how the 4 of you treated me – ESPECIALLY Dina & dad. The sad part is that none of you even recognize that the way you all treated me was flat out hurtful & mean, to say the least. Even though I said so. Often. But, no one changed their behavior. Why would I want to be around people who don’t care OR RECOGNIZE whether or not they are hurting me?

Y’all wanna blame Lee or Ruth or Dingus down the street, but cha’ll gotta put allll that blame on yourselves for my distance.

To be abundantly clear, It’s not because of politics or who the fuck our president is. I don’t align with your hateful racist ways, or transphobia, and the fact is, Racism, white supremacy, and homophobia & hate are not “lifestyle choices.” I didn’t go away because of any of that…though, I probably wouldn’t want to be your friend because..ick. Your ignorance bums me out & I don’t want bummer friends.

It’s simple,

I’m not around anymore because You All treated me poorly, and when I communicated, set boundaries, or the many many times I explained my reasons for stepping away, no one listened. No one cared.

Seriously, not 1 letter, text, or email I wrote was even read. You’re the last in line. And, your answer to “why” is in these next few pages. I sincerely hope you read it. You can’t fix something that isn’t recognized to be broken, but listening to me, allowing me space to express myself ego free, would be a good step towards healing & reuniting.

If you want a relationship with me, you’re gonna have to start hearing me, so here’s your chance to take a step towards that.

nd, since you asked, I’ll share my feelings as best as I can. I

QRacism, homophobia, and hate are not “lifestyle choices.”

Blame politics