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Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
Why Do Black Women Consent to be Side-Chicks?
You know them. You may even hate them. Better yet, you probably are one or used to be one. Side-chicks, mistresses, and the other woman have become rather relevant in our black communities. There is not too much of a difference between the three terminologies associated with the woman who is with a taken or married man. For the purpose of this article, I will use the terminology side-chick.
By Ashely Moore9 years ago in Humans
Low self-esteem/Low confidence
It all started when I was a child. I was taken away from my family when I was three years old. I ended up in about 5 different foster homes before I was put in a home that would become my forever home. I honestly always thought that I wasn't actually apart of the family. I was always treated differently than the rest of my siblings. I never got all the cool toys, I would always be in trouble for something that I did not do, and I always had to clean the entire house while my siblings just sat around doing nothing. I was always told I was ugly and that I would never find anyone who would want me because I was too much to handle.
By christine rivas9 years ago in Humans
Life In An Abyss
Her life was an abyss. Dark, empty and cold. It all started when she was just a little girl. Her mom's dead body lay in front of her with blood everywhere. She was covered in her mom's blood but little did she know that would be the last time she would see her mother. You see, she was only five years old. So she really couldn't comprehend what was going on around her. All she knew was that now she had to listen to her brother. He was nine and her role model. The only thing he told her was that she had to change her clothes. So she did. And while she did that, her brother placed a blanket over their mother. Then this tall man came inside the house a couple minutes later. He acted as if everything was okay. We did the same, too. We said nothing. We lived life as normal people. The only difference is....normal people do not have a dead body in their home. It took a while before people actually knew that our mother was dead. But the tall man got arrested and mommy had her body burnt.
By Lashell Greene9 years ago in Humans
Segregation of the Mind
As the bottle of whiskey I'd swiped from my mother’s stash got lower I could feel myself going numb. The fear of where I was going slowly slipped away and there was room for nothing more than the anticipation of who I was going to see. My feet felt as if they were slipping away from me as I stumbled past the cookie cutter homes. The trees that looked as identical as the houses during the day turned to villainous shapes of demons in the night.
By Alisha Felder9 years ago in Humans
Because Their Expectations Are Not What You Need to Focus On
I can't say that I understand what women go through, but as a dude who dates dudes, I can say that I understand the expectation that guys have had for me: to be smooth all over, have my hair and outfit perfect, keep my skin 100% blemish free, put out — all the time — or risk losing their interest.
By Joffery Hollsworth9 years ago in Humans
Age Differences
The next morning I didn’t wake up to go to school. I don’t know why. I just didn’t. Stella, our maid, came into my room to call me more than once, and asked me if I was ill or something. She took my temperature. I had no fever. Then my father came in. He said:
By Lara Alice9 years ago in Humans
Being Married to Someone on the Autism Spectrum
My husband was recently diagnosed as having Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD). At first, I was immensely relieved by his diagnosis – we both were. For all the major miscommunications and resultant disagreements we’d had that led us to an assessment, we had started to think that either he had to be wired a bit differently or of late, we were both more irrational in each other’s company than Donald Trump is...in general. After our initial ‘aha!’ moment had passed, I began writing to various Autism support organizations thinking that surely, they’d be able to guide us in forging a way forward despite our utterly different approaches to life.
By Abellona T9 years ago in Humans
