Two Cent's in your Mail

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Maybe someone can help me...

I was getting my five year old ready for school. He loved his school, because he got to go all day long. Most kindergarten classes are only half day, but Daryal was fortunate that he went to an all day class, which put him at an advantage once he reached first grade. Also, he adored his teacher, who just happened to be a dwarf. This is just brilliant for small kids, because they can relate so much better to someone who is their size. They loved her, and trusted her. He eagerly awaited school everyday. I only lived about 2 blocks from the school, and most of the time, we would walk. Today, however, I was going to drive. I am not sure why, I can't remember. Circumstances, however, led to the following.

My phone rang. Way too early for a phone call. I answered, and it was the devil. We were separated at this point, and as far as I knew, he was living with his mother. This man never got up before noon, so again, not the norm. He wanted to know if I had taken Daryal to school yet. Why? "uh, no, I am leaving now". This was bizzare. Something happened that delayed me another minute or two, most likely, it was getting all of the kids in the car, since I had 3 under the age of 5. LOL. So, I drive off, around the corner, pull into the parking lot, and oh...whats that? That oddly looks like our old Monte Carlo. Wow. Looks just like it. How weird. He told me that car had gotten repossessed. It was gone one day when we woke up. He didn't seem overly upset either. Who the hell is driving? Oh. It's him. Who is in the car with him? A small girl. She goes to this school. Why is he dropping off a small girl at this school? The look of shock on his face as I pulled next to him and rolled down the window was priceless. He immediately screamed at me, as he always did. "I thought you said you were on your fucking way 10 minutes ago!" Oh, don't change the subject. "Who is the little girl?"
"mind your fucking business...
and he drove off.

Ah, such a gentleman. The little girl is Markeydaa Brandon. She is the daughter of Donna Brandon, who it turned out, had been having an affair with him for the last year of our marriage. Also, she had our Monte Carlo. He gave it to her. Told me it had been repossessed, then gave it to her. She wound up being around for about 6 years. Then he so graciously moved on to his 1st cousin, Missy. Yes, you read that right. There are a ton of other stories...but let's move on.

Anyway, this "Donna", won't go away. I am bothered for so many reasons. One, she has her own children, but is beyond obsessed with mine. She continues to call my kids to this very day, and tells people they are her kids. She posts over and over on my daughters Facebook, and talks to her like they are just bonded for life, and she is just soooo important to the very existence of her. Then, she is still writing to my brother Frank, my sister in law Zina, and now, this shit....

Hi Papa! Marrkeydaa, Tyrone and I have missed you! Have a Blessed New Year. I will try and get all the kids together and come take you out for lunch, soon. We love you. 

Um, yeah, that's to my Dad, on his Facebook. Um, what the fuck? Sorry, but at what point do you move on? First of all, let me tell you, my family is dysfunctional, and screwed up enough. It was bad enough that my parents let this thing in their house in the first place, knowing what took place, knowing everything. To say that my MOTHER of all people should have understood how it felt for me, is an understatement. This woman has her own kids, but just goes on and on about mine. Hers, meanwhile, have issues, and problems, and she doesn't try to be a parent to them. No...she gets high with them. Daughter has 3 kids with 3 different dads. I feel for that girl. She needs her Mother. What the hell????



So, in a previous post, you now know what I was talking about. This is one of the people who just can't leave my kids alone. Move the fuck on! I am sorry, but really. Enough is enough. The truth of all of the crap that she did with that man to me is surfacing, and eventually, she will have to face her demons. You can't just spew lies and garbage and make stuff up forever. You can't partake in evil ways, and expect to not have to pay for them at some point. Why on earth would she be writing to my Father? My Mother passed away. Those days of conspiring to destroy and hurt me are over. My dad has moved on. Has a new woman. She doesn't give a rat's ass about you or buying any presents, and unless you are providing a steady income to said ex husband of mine, he doesn't have any use for your tired ass either. TRUTH. Sting? Try years of having your life screwed with by an ex prostitute and a crooked wanna be cop.

So, people, now that the rant is over....I know you will say, let it go. I do. At some point. But then crap like this pops up, or one of my kids has an achievement and these idiots come out of the woodwork wanting credit and spotlight. I don't understand why they all can't just move on with their lives and leave us alone. You know what? I really am the only one who LEFT that idiot. I really am the only one who got out, and doesn't want a single fucking thing to do with him. Not my parents, or my brother and his wife, or any of his ex what ever they are. But I did. Maybe that's why they all hate me. I got out of the well.

4 comments:

Zootastic Mimi said...

man...this shit is crazy. you couldn't make shit up like this if you tried!

what about your kids? do they like hearing from her? i find it so odd that even though she has kids of her own...she's more interested in yours!

some people...i swear...

Zootastic Mimi said...

ps and why on earth does YOUR family even know who she is!?

pennyzwyz said...

I have no idea. I could take hours to explain half of this to you. There are reason's why I have trust issues....lol.
One, she is so ugly. If your gonna cheat, cheat UP. Two, she was prostituting, so yeah...Three, she got my wedding rings, (long story) and was wearing them for 3 years. Yeah, that's just fucking strange...Four, her kids called my parents Nana and Papa, and my parents were buying them gifts and shit. It's beyond betrayal by my family. My sister in law and brother are still friends with her to this day...Five, she is truly obsessed with my daughter, and I really have to restrain myself from killing her.

Ugh...I swear. Sometimes, I look back on some of these things, and its a wonder I am not a raging alcoholic. LOL.

Zootastic Mimi said...

Holy shit Penny. I mean that is some seriously fucked up shit! I am glad you are not a raging alcoholic cause that would have been the easy and cowardly way to get "out". You have faced your demons and fought for your sanity. I am so sorry that this shit comes back to haunt you from time to time...

Karma my dear. She WILL work her magic!