Just Thoughts... in meh...

So Lamar Odum woke up. I have a question: What exactly is he in physical therapy for? He was drinking, fuckin, and possibly drugging. What does he need physical therapy for?? He needs mental therapy to get him on the road to recovery from his addictions. Maybe now he will turn into a preacher and talk about how his life was spared. I don’t know. I’m just speculating.

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but I feel like saying something else.

Sometimes, it takes a messed up person to recognize a messed up person. But it takes a messed up person who has made it over and turned themselves around to help another in that situation.

Some folks like to think their situation is unique just because the players involved are different. In some cases, what works for one doesn’t work for the other, HOWEVER, in the case of some effed up situations, there is almost a always a cure for everything.

People who dog folks and say “You’re not in a relationship. You can’t help me with mine!” have no idea how many times that single person has been in that place dealing with the SAME DAMN THING. Not only can I give you advice, I can write you a mfn book on how to handle it. How it works depends on you and your will power.

Other thoughts…

Oh yeah…My grandsons father pulled a gun out on my daughter. He stood at her balcony and yelled for her in the middle of the night. She opened the door and he had a gun, COCKED the gun, and told her to let him in or he would clear out the contents of the gun. Someone else let him in. She was on her way down the hall to do it and when she saw him, she ran back down the hall and right before she got to close and lock the door, he kicked it in. A mirror was broken. He wanted to fuck her. He felt he was entitled to fuck her. She was going to give it up or she was going to be raped. He was tripping. Popping pills, drinking, flipping in and out of crazy. He drank a beer and went to sleep long enough for her to call the cops. He’s locked up and so far no one plans to bail him out. She told me she wanted to talk to me and so this was what she had to tell me. I’ve never been more afraid for her in my life. I said I was going to chuch and I was going to go to the alter call and pray for her. I cried. I cried. I cried. I got people handing me tissue, I got people asking me if I was okay. My aunt even reached out and hugged me. I’ve been through stuff, but NOTHING like this. EVER. I joked around with her, but this scared me for her. She needs to break her lease. She needs to move out of there while he doesn’t know how she’s moving.

So yeah.

Kindest regards…
Sister

Last updated October 20, 2015