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Just finished reading the whole threas. Smh @General Mills . This went from a comedy to a tragedy.
At first it seemed like agoraphobia to me. That theory took a hit when you mentioned that she was a different person in the classroom, but I thought that maybe she didn't see the kids as peers and she was in control of them so they didn't trigger her fears...but then you mentioned that she liked to go to garage sales / thrift stores etc and I was like because that environment is full of weird fukks.
Then I thought maybe it was a control thing and she can't handle when things aren't *her* way or aren't what she expected but then you mentioned that she hated driving and always insisted that you do it. Or maybe it was just an internal compromise and having you drive removed her from having to react and respond to the unexpected movements of other drivers? Either way I was like again.
Second Wife. . Lets call her Janet. . This one is the Church Girl.
Divorce has been final. In that time I was still in PA. If yall read my stories it was around the time I met the homies BIG and Eiht. Eiht got exposed for having no hair underneath is fitted and BIG got exposed for wearing a girdle. . And also around the time I met the white girl with the demonic kids. The girl who was going off on me cause I touched the lights in the house and the lil boy threw a rock in my back window.
I was in PA kinda doing my thing. . . When I get call from a old homie when I was in the Jax. ( Not Hump or Pretty Boy ) He was moving back to Jax cause his mom was sick. She lived 45 minutes away in St Augustine. This was the homie who laughed at me when I thought the crabs came back to life.
He said aye. . Lets get a spot. I said sure. We ended up moving in together. . Had a falling out. ( that is another story ) Ended up getting a new roomie. This Jamaican cat. He was actually like me. Kinda introverted. A self proclaimed nice guy. We both worked. He was a janitor at a middle school. One day he says to me. . Aye. . You need to meet one of these teachers at my school. She reminds me of you! She is dark skinned like you, yall have the same birthday, even our names were similar. His Blazer was in the shop so I had been dropping him off at work. He said tomorrow when you drop me off come inside and sit in the lobby and I will tell her to come down there.
So I am sitting there waiting when this chick comes walking down. She was fine! Not dark as I was expecting. But classy fine. I figure she knows I am waiting for her so I start spitting. She is steady ignoring me. I keep on following her while spitting. She is smiling but still walking. . I like the game so keep on throwing out my funniest jokes. . Get her giggling. . We exchange numbers.
When my homie gets home from work he is Why didn't you just tell me you did not want to meet her? She waited for like 20 minutes for you. . I was I was talking to the wrong damn girl!
That makes it sound like maybe a mild form of Asperger's, And/or some OCD (which is pretty common for Aspergers). She had a safe zone and you were a big part of the safe zone, which would explain 1) why she didn't notice you were unhappy, and 2) why she wouldn't (couldn't?) really empathize with it.Everything with her was controlled. . Even the garage sales and thrift stores. . She had a specific circuit she would go on for garage sales. She had been doing it for years. . I once told her that in my old neighborhood they always had garage sales we should hit them up. She acted like that was simply ridiculous. She visited the same three thrift shops and only one flea market. . I told her there is a huge thrift shop on Beach Blvd and we should go to the Pecan Park Flea Market. It is way bigger than the one you go to. She was
I'm mad at u for divorcing her
Mills is back, life stories told through post
nikkaz actin' like I sold you dope
Like I told you wife thots...no...
Mills did that so hopefully you won't have to cuff no hoe
Everything with her was controlled. . Even the garage sales and thrift stores. . She had a specific circuit she would go on for garage sales. She had been doing it for years. . I once told her that in my old neighborhood they always had garage sales we should hit them up. She acted like that was simply ridiculous. She visited the same three thrift shops and only one flea market. . I told her there is a huge thrift shop on Beach Blvd and we should go to the Pecan Park Flea Market. It is way bigger than the one you go to. She was
His stories would definitely fit well into the black fiction literature. I do not know the ins and outs of publishing on kindle, but I do not think that it is hard at all. I am considering doing it a few years from now. He should also look into getting an editor. The great thing about those books on Kindle is that they can be 50 pages, and you can sell them for $0.99 to $2. Trust me with the stories that he tells us it would definitely draw in readers, especially female readers.
Just pick a niche and start writing. Watch the moeny flow in. Amazon does take a certain cut. Now over a few months to years if his fan base grows into the thousands he can write books and sell them for more than $6. Imagine 1,000+ people buying a book that's $6.
She granted me the divorce. I was soooo happy! We stayed together until the very day the papers came back in the mail. Still sleeping in the same bed and all. I think we had the most amiable divorce ever. We were friends after all. Just not compatible socially AT ALL. When the papers came back I moved into a extended stay hotel and put my two weeks notice in at work. I was moving back to Pittsburgh. Ended up staying. . My breh Polo said. . Look. You are still young. . And in FLA. Why go? Just stay and we can have fun. I was like. . He got a point.
Ended up getting a apt at the beach. And focused on work and going out when I had a chance. I was clocking mad hours at work. Pulling in guap. Me and Janet were still cool as fukk. We would talk all the time. She even told me after 5 months of us being divorced she met a dude I was happy for her. It was honestly no hard feelings. I was doing my thing too. I even hit her up a few times for her famous deviled eggs for work pot lucks. nikkas would run thru them fast as fukk. Everything was cool. . UNTIL.
I had not heard from her in over a month. One day I am home with a beer watching WWE Raw when I get a call. Its her on the caller ID.
Me - Whats up girrllll
Janets Sister - (Screaming on me) WHY HAVENT YOU VISITED JANET IN THE HOSPITAL!?!!! YOU WAS FAMILY MOTHERfukkER!! ( and I never heard her cuss before )
Me - What are you talking about?? Hospital?
Janets Sister - You didn't know??? She has been in the hospital for the past month basically in a coma. The dude she was dating almost beat her to death.
Me - I saw fukking RED.
I had love for her. She was literally one of the nicest people I had EVER met! I do not normally get angry. . Takes a lot. I wanted to murder ol boy.