Man if I had to sum up everything I’ve dealt with these past few months to a year using only a few words. . . In no way would it be possible. Not that I can come up with at the moment. I swear man it’s been such a shitty 1-2 weeks and I ain’t said shit to nobody. Me and my husband would have lil spats but those are uaually extinguished no sooner no sooner than they’d start. One thing about being incarcerated for so damn long was I had lots of time to think about what I really wanted for myself and in my life. How I really wanted to live. With no fucking drama.
Is that really too much to ask for, or strive for and to really want for myself and my family?
That’s all I’ve only ever wanted, especially for my children. I mean yeah, I wanted it for myself also don’t get me wrong. I’ve just never thought about ever thinking of what I wanted, or putting myself first for anything. I like taking care of others (the kids mainly).
Now that I’m a grandma, Lukah comes first. Before even getting the chance to spend on me. And that would only be if I may have tucked any extra funds away. You know? For a rainy day or something. Lol!
I’m headed to work now and I know I’ll never finish writing all ofg what I want to write, so I’m gonna publish this.
I guess keep a look out for a part two (2).