To all the parents who had a fucked up childhood….now is your chance to be the parent you never received. You will have to try harder than other parents who never experienced abuse and heartbreak in their childhood. FYI your trying harder isn’t something your children need to be grateful for. It’s something you should be humbled to do. You have a chance to not repeat the cycle! ~KJM on Charm School Monday
From “The Mirror Has Two Faces”
From “The Mirror Has Two Faces”
Abusive Parents (A Guide)
One of the most challenging things about blogging is to be able to tell my truth without hurting anyone. Unfortunately, some truths can only be told in a painful manner. I never hide that I grew up in a very abusive family. Despite it all, most of us have turned out pretty well. But never let the product fool you. Looks can be very deceiving. The places people have to travel to and from to escape their family history and their own personal past, can be very dark and ugly. This blog will give you some idea of what an abusive parent is. I hope and pray none of you are experiencing these things in your lives. If you are, I hope that this blog brings about a positive change whether you are the abusive parent or the child of an abusive parent. The list below contains things either myself or someone in my family (immediate or extended) has experienced.
- Being Jealous Of Your Children. This sounds absolutely crazy but there are some parents who do not want their children to prosper and will do anything in their power to stop them. My aunt, on my father’s side, once told my grandmother that she wanted to become a dentist. My grandmother told her that she better just keep working at McDonalds. Heartbroken and discouraged, my aunt still works at McDonalds to this day.
- Calling Your Children Out Their Name. From birth, we give our children names with our hopes and dreams attached to it. Never was that name “bitch” or “whore.” Yet some parents feel it’s ok when having a dispute with their children to use such language. Picture this….calling a 5 year old child a whore?! This has happened. Do not be surprised that if you constantly verbally abuse your children that when they get older they will speak to you in a disrespectful manner. Respect should be taught in the homes. If you cannot control your degrading language, you should have never had children.
- Trying To Control Your Child’s Every Move. Much like domestic violence in a romantic relationship, abusive parents feel the need to control every aspect of their children’s lives no matter their age. Now I am not talking about protecting them from harm. I am referring to parents who will try to harm their children (even when their child is an adult) when they do not do exactly as they say. For example, Mama Michaels’ father helped her buy her first car. When he saw her driving in it with Papa Michaels, who was already her husband, my grandfather took the car back and left my mom walking. Fathom that!
- Making Your Children Emotionally Responsible For All Of Your Losses. I have an aunt who constantly reminds my cousin that had she not given birth to my cousin she would have been a lawyer! My cousin is 24 now and my aunt still repeats this mess. Last I checked, plenty of single moms found a way to attend professional school against all odds. My cousin has spent 24 years being my aunt’s greatest regret. Through God’s grace, my cousin is a wonderful woman. She has just attained her Master’s Degree! God is good!
- Having Your Older Children Raise Your Younger Ones. I never really had a childhood. My mother had to raise her 5 brothers and sisters in Jamaica and when we came to the U.S. she passed the legacy down to me. For 6 years I took care of Brenda (from birth) and Junior 24 hours a day. I was not allowed to play sports or do much after school activities because I had to be there to get them off the bus and take care of them. And no, this was NOT babysitting. Even when my mother was home, the children were still my full time responsibility. I had a lot of anger about this and vowed never to do this to my children (if I ever have any). Very few people ever gave me a break from the kids. I am forever grateful to my dad and a family friend for helping me out during these years. I am even more grateful that through this stressful process, I learned that I LOVE CHILDREN. However, I am cool with being Auntie Kingston.
- Controlling The Finances Of Your Children (Even When Adults). Mama Michaels’ parents are the absolute worst! My grandmother brought us to this country to work and give her all our paychecks. My mother actually did this until she was in her 40s! Parents that never fed nor clothed her made her feel financially indebted to them. She grew up in intense poverty in Jamaica. I do not know how they managed to have such control over her but it damn near ruined the Michaels family!
- Allowing Other People To Abuse Your Children. I have an aunt, on my father’s side of family, who has 4 children. Three out of the four (that I know of) have been raped, beaten, and verbally abused on her watch and approval. Even at church, people would hit them because they knew she did not give a damn about their well being! I hated visiting their apartment and visiting their “church.” Some of my cousins are drugged out now because of a lifetime of abuse. Jesus be a fence! So much more I could say but the tears would just get in the way.
- Wishing Your Children Harm/Not Protecting Them From Harm. There are parents out there who feel their children should suffer the way they did in their childhood/adulthood. They are desensitized to the level of emotional, verbal, and physical abuse they dish out. To them, abuse is normal and everyone should experience it. I want to throw up just writing that.
- Beating Your Children For No Reason. Now let me be clear, I am not anti-spanking. I believe in disciplining children when they are bad and time out, in my opinion, just does not work. However, I DO NOT BELIEVE IN BEATING CHILDREN TO A PULP SENSELESSLY OR AT ALL. The aunt in number 4 would use telephones, telephone cords, belts, and just about anything she could find to beat my cousins when she had a bad day. I wish I could say she was on drugs or something but I just think some people are inherently evil. My aunt clearly should have never had one child. I am disgusted just writing this.
- Sexual Abuse. There are several people in my family who were raped by family members and/or close family friends. Sad to say, even when their mothers became aware, the abuse continued. This is simply heartbreaking. Some parents just do not care about their children.
~KJM hoping that this blog wakes some parents up and encourages them to change. Abuse comes in so many different shapes and sizes. Hence why this list has some subtle ones that some parents may not think is a form of abuse. Also, I am hoping that the children of abuse have the courage to escape it and NOT REPEAT THE CYCLE. Be blessed on this very cloudy Sunday!
Don’t Have Children
There’s so many people who have children and should not have. People are in love with babies but some actually have no intention of raising them. Don’t have children if you have no intentions of doing the work! And if you do have them and abuse them, remember those same children will grow up. You reap what you sow. If you never watered them, don’t be surprised that you now have a garden of weeds. ~KJM saying that some folks should have skipped parenthood.
He Knew I Was The One
I want a man who takes one look at me and knows that I AM THE ONE! He will know at first glance that I’m going to take a lot of work but I will be worth all the work he puts in. I no longer have time to entertain boys who want to keep me on hold in case nothing better comes along! I AM THE ONE! No hold button here! Just press play and be ready to fight for true and everlasting love. This is my prayer! ~KJM
The Condition Of My Heart On Christmas
I want to start off by thanking God for the Michaels family. Without them, I am truly nothing.
Even with all the love and support I’ve around me, there is still a hole in my heart. Since our separation, Thanksgiving, his birthday (December 3), and Christmas are the only days I’ve truly missed the ex factor. I imagine that New Year’s Eve and New Years will be the hardest. Watching the seasons change and the holidays pass me by reminds me of what never was but could have been. They remind me of the love I once tried to fight for.
I want so much to be able to wish the man I’ve loved the most some Christmas cheer. It’s a terrible thing to not be able to reach out but there is so much pain there. I don’t know how I will ever get over the pain. Oh my aching heart. I miss the days I believed in him and us. I miss falling asleep with him and waking up to him. If there’s one thing my heart really wants to say to him it’s…I loved you, still love you, and probably to some extent there will always be a part of me that loves you. But due to the condition of my heart, I continue to move forward. I’m praying 2016 will be the year I will flourish without you. Wishing you nothing but the best. Wishing you find the life you gave up on us to live.
For anyone suffering from a broken heart this Christmas…KJM is right there with you. Let’s move forward together…one day at a time. May 2016 bring true love and prosperity! ~KJM on this Flashback Friday Christmas.
Merry Christmas
A FULL BUSH
It’s Christmas Eve and in the honor of resting my body over the holidays, I laid in my filth until around 5pm. Boy it felt great to not be commuting nor working today! At the point where I could no longer stand laying in my pajamas (more like my version of some), I grabbed my towel and headed to the shower. Just as I was going to step one foot in the tub, I noticed a shadow blocking the other foot. I looked down and to my horror…I had grown a very full bush!
Usually I trim my bush the first day after my period ends. I do this whether it’s one of my celibate years or one of my “dick could fall out the sky” years. My maintenance is NEVER for a man!  Lately, I’ve been working very long hours 6 days a week. On my one day off, typically Sunday, I’m so exhausted that just showering is a task. I’m guessing this is how my bush escaped me. Generally, I’m not a hairy woman…I barely have eyebrows…so a little trim once a month keeps my bush low and cute. Low enough where it doesn’t seem like I’m growing a garden yet full enough that it doesn’t seem like I’m a 12yr old child. Yuck. I generally don’t date men who have a fetish for a bald bush!
Now back to my horror! What to do with my full bush? I could keep growing it and rebel against all the sexist pressure that strongly encourages me to shave it or I could just go get my shaver and do what must be done! Speaking of what must be done…I’m still trying to figure out how my bush got this way. I’ve probably been having sex once a month (if that) and I’m not even sure if Elijah and I will ever be doing it again. I want to have romance and a chance to fall in love and I just don’t think that’s in the cards for Elijah and I. We both work like crazy (he works more than I do which I admire) and our communication skills are horrible. Come to think of it…last I saw him my bush was probably more full than I normally keep her. But since I haven’t had a man eat me out in almost 3 years and my sex life in general has been scarce and uneventful in the last 4 years…I’m surprised I didn’t just grow a tropical forest on top of my vagina!
And if I never shave her again…are grown men ordering a full bush nowadays? These are all the thoughts running through my mind as I debate.
Finally, I break down, run upstairs, and grab my razor. I get in the shower and I shave my bush to her usual glory. When it comes down to it…I’m a straight woman and just the thought of cuddling up with a full bush left me feeling…well…hairy. ~KJM wishing you a Happy Christmas Eve on this unseasonably warm Throwback Thursday?
A Quote About Strong Women (Not My Work)
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