First off, to all the readers of the series, my profound apologies for the delay in this next part. A lot of hectic stuff has been going on but that is for a blog at a later time.
In the last part, Kisha was hurt in a muddin' accident. Let's jump ahead about a month. Kisha has begun to visit my apartment a few times a week. One weekend when I had my daughter with me at the apartment while Kisha was there. Kisha voiced that she didn't like Alayna because she didn't think she was cute(which is a fucking lie. My daughter is sooooo adorable. She must get it from my side of the family....just kidding Jessi). She also didn't think Alayna was mine which once again is a lie. I hate to admit this but as much as I want to lay complete blame on Kisha for me not seeing my daughter, it was my choice and I have regretted it every day since. So because Kisha didn't like her, I didn't want Alayna around her because I didn't want to constantly hear the things Kisha was saying.
Now, viewing my life as a whole, I do not have a gambling problem at all. I know when to quit....most of the time. This was NOT apparant while with Kisha. There was one night where I lost a lot of money and ended up overdrawing my bank account. I needed help and so I asked my mother if she could help get me out of the hole and she agreed but made me promise that every one of my paychecks and tips(cause I was a waiter) would go to her so that she could help me get track of my money and I was ok with that.
When i got back to the apartment I told Kisha was I did and she flew off the handle about how I should've talked to her about this because if we were going to be a family it was a family decision.....DO WHAT?! At this point I haven't proposed to her yet so the family thing flew me for a loop. She told me that the only way I could fix this was to call my mother and tell her that I changed my mind. I had already started to lose myself at this point because I called my mom and told her that. I wish I wouldn't have. I told her and my dad that I needed to fail on my own and that if they continued to help me I would never learn to be on my own. It was then that my mom informed me that htey wouldn't help me anymore nor would they accept Kisha as a part of my life. I should've listened to them.
This was only the first circle. Most of the circles don't happen until right before the move to Texas back in January of 2011. We will continue our story tomorrow jumping forward to January 5th, 2011....
Coming tomorrow: Part Two: The Second Circle of Hell
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment