- Had beautiful apartment with eldest son's father. We decided we were incompatible & decided to seperate. He has eldest son. Very nice respectable man in US Marine Corps for over 14 years.
- Moved on to My munchkins father and we purchased items together, both going through a previous broken relationship. Bad credit.
- Hard living as a single mother.
- Moved to Louisiana because my family stated I could move into my mother's home. Bless her heart she left her home to us after her passing on to heaven.
- Children were perfectly fine there, lots of family although some odd incidences of racism.
- Hurricane Katrina and Rita occured.
- My family did not feel any direct affects of this natural disaster and I had much support from online friends (Little did they know how gracious I felt towards them).
- I had made plans to move either to London, NC or WA.
- Nothing in WA, recovering from bad credit and not wanting to go to Washington due to a serious relationship I had left behind I went to purchase a Nursing Facility.
- Unfortunately after many calls to my children's father trying to get him to sign a passport release for one of the children to pursue education in London or possibly moving there, I could get nothing.
- This became a problem and I figured I never ask for child support, never welfare, never subsidies, always struggling to pursue ultimate and long term stability as far as:
Educational Funding, Insurance, Property as security for the kids and their future, paying past creditors ($300,000 to be exact), furthering my education while managing international business affairs then seeking a nice partner or networking with friends in the mean time were pretty much all that my life goals were. Philanthropy naturally is incorporated into all endeavors invested in.
12. Frankly there's a limit apparently on how high one's goal can be when you are a certain color.
Did you know this? I had to figure it out the hard way. It truly does exist.
After moving into the Nursing Facility, I was told by my husband...
"You can't start from big! You have to start from little, little. Then work your way up."
If he only would have let me explain where I came from (a monetarily poor background), then he would've come to grips with the fact that $1,000,000.00 is nothing. Simply because when one is poor monetarily, accomplishment is where the person's victory comes from.
So sentiment is where my idea of BIG, BIG and RICH RICH lies.
Not in the size of a house. However,
if it takes a BIG, BIG house to accomplish the AMOUNT OF RESPONSIBILITY I wish to take on in order to help others or maintain a goal then that will just have to be.
The one thing one person cannot do is SUPRESS someone's ambitions
ONLY GOD is put in position to do this.
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After marriage, hubby moved into house with myself and my kids.
Got tired of my kids because their not his.
The people at the Tacoma mosque called the cops and ambulance on me, because I announced publicly on Muslim Matrimonials Network that I was leaving him.
He saw the post because he was sitting with me at the computer when I announced my marriage to MMN online out of respect for him to stop interacting with others as an 'available' woman.
He read the public boards stating I had never shared my body with him them
had set up the incident in Tacoma to where I was taken away in an AMBULANCE as an INVOLUNTARY COMMIT.
The police officer found it an issue that I had all my identification on me because this would pose a problem in committing me as A HOMELESS PERSON and could possibly ruin his career if he got caught for putting my kids in foster care to INITIATE A MENTALLY ILL REPORT ON MY RECORDS.
They thought the kids would be gone forever as planned, and tried to hold me at ST. JOSEPHS hospital for 72 hours to where if they could conveniently NOT locate any friends to recover me out of their emergency room. I was given an injection in the left leg above my knee in which they never documented however I saw them hurry to sweep the caps of the needle away in the room as I was pretending to sleep.
I spoke to my husband from the hospital on the number 253 307-1111 which is now currently disconnected and the first words out of his mouth were,
" Have you taken your medications yet?"
The goal was to have the kids taken away...
Then get me back to then spend the rest of our happy lives together alone or with a child from him.
However, I don't sell out for anyone!
All of my contacts were given a bogus story by the nurse as to me "losing my mind" and this way they would not be willing to come and get me immediately fearing the worst of some weird actions of mine. They pretty much tried to make me sound "crazy".
Then I requested to use the phone to call my friend Benjamen.
They were unable to concoct any silly stories to him that day because our GUINEA PIG "PIGGY" which is listed on Muslim Matrimonials Network online when a different bout of racism occured in Louisiana at Burger King when I was attacked.
Piggy had conveniently knawed off the corner of Ben's business card where his telephone number was. Those were the Officer Sutherland's words. "conveniently" gone.
No one could then contact Ben to tell him some fabricated story to prevent him from helping me.
(By the way, someone placed Piggy outside and he froze to death. I'm guessing as punishment) The kids and I had to hold a service for him bless him. He was a significant part of our family.
Ben came to pick me up and we went to the INTAKE at the Tacoma creamery (I mean psych ward) and the person greeted me. Then Ben and I left after the interview.
I went to get my car which had been parked in the back of the masjid, and immediately recovered my children after another person helped in my moving away from Tacoma into Renton, WA.
My husband asked me out to have Chinese food and had planned a wonderful evening for us. I ofcourse was still giving him the benefit of the doubt as the trusting and caring woman that I am, and I drove to Port Orchard where he resides to pick him up from his job.
He had placed me on a $1000.00 per month allowance and wanted us to move into a house across the street from his job. The kids and I went to pick him up in Port Orchard and to take over the new budget plan he asked me to prepare with the proposed allowance however,
when he saw the children in the back of the car his mouth dropped as if he was going to fall over and drop into the mud. He said, "You got your kids back!"
He then said he would not be able to accommodate my children because there was not enough room in the house for my kids at all. Though, prior to getting married we thoroughly discussed this and he claimed my children were wonderful and promissed this would be no problem.
All of a sudden he was not satisfied with my moving to Renton to accommodate my children and gave me three (3) to six (6) months to work on the marriage before we come back together again.
He instructed not to use anyone else's phone, but the payphone to contact him and so on. It was really getting quite rediculous. I am pretty submissive and willing to accommodate him, so he suffered no cultural shocks whatsoever.
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