During the course of my life, I have thought about this quote many times. Whatever happens to you as a child or teenager will affect you for the rest of your life. If you have had a traumatic experience as a young adult, you will experiece the same result.
I have always been temperamental and loud. That's just me, that's who I am and I'm not going to change, unless it's by some act of God. I fought a lot in school and I mean a lot. Not with girls either, it was always with boys, later I realized it was because my grandparents used to fight. They'd get drunk and go in on each other! I hated the fact my grandmother always had to two piece my grandfather and one time she even had to beat up HIS MOTHER, because she stayed out of pocket. So I because I saw so much, I just didn't take any nonsense off of men. I grew up watching men in the streets beating the living daylights out of women and I wanted to get a gun and blow their heads off. I really hate to see a man yell at a woman, curse at her, berate her or abuse her in anyway; it literally makes my blood boil!
My mother never had to defend herself, my father wasn't a violent man. But he had some issues with women and infidelity. By then, Mommy was in church and not busting out the windows on his car anymore, YES... she was a changed woman. Me??? Never did fancy my father's "overfriendly" demeanor toward these ugly ass heifers, so I was mean to them if I saw them in the streets. It was as if I had a sixth sense to who had parted the sheets with my father and I was gunning for you after that.
After awhile, I realized I was making Mommy tired and had to just stop "acting out" so I did.
Of course, I get married and my husband doesn't realize he's married a WILD CHILD...well he found out and quick too!!! Man we fought like men and I mean knuckling up too, even when I was pregnant, I'd square up with him.
By the time I was about six months pregnant, I realized that I couldn't bring my daughter into that type of environment and left. My ex respects me though, and when I saw him one day, as we reminisced on old times, he laughed and called me "CRAZY AS HELL!" Because even he realized something was terribly wrong in my head. This was a man who was a Gun Busser and had a mean knuckle game in the streets...he was nothing to be played with. But those years of marriage to him taught me so much and I decided I'd never act like that way again.
So why am I feeling as if I am reverting back to the old me? I have no clue, but I sure don't need a judge either. So for all you folks who don't take the time to realize why people act the way they do, begin your research. Sit down, talk to them...not at them and listen! You just might learn something about character and why people behave the way they do.
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