Bahama Drama

I’m not crying over him no more

Good morning Bahama Drama please keep me anonymous.

For the past 4 and a half years I’ve been letting this boy in and out of my life and time and time again when he comes back in he always know how to disappoint me again by lying cheating and even stealing from me.

I admit that I’m a bit overweight as a young girl but I do pull my own weight and a sense. I don’t ask anyone for anything I’ve been working to BEC now BPL for four and a half years now.

As a matter of fact it’s around the same time that I hooked up with this disgusting guy.

I have put up with physical abuse verbal abuse stocking whenever I decide to leave him and most of all a broken heart.

But time and time again it’s like I just can’t let him go even though I know he’s bad for me and everyone says it.

Lord knows but I love him so damn much sometimes I can’t even breathe when I think about losing him forever and me being alone forever even though he just broke my heart again by doing something disgusting for a man to do to a woman.

I no that some of you would say easily to me if you love it let it kill you.

And that’s easy for you to say maybe cuz you’ve never felt compassion for someone deeply enough that it causes you to deny your own feelings and even though your eyes see your still blinded to the fact that he’s not good for you but you love him anyway almost like a mother continue to love a disrespectful and disobedient child of hers.

Maybe you’re right that maybe I don’t know what real love is but this feeling I have for him throughout all of his disgusting and uncaring ways seems to vanish whenever he holds me there closer than close in his arms and make love to me as if no one else on this planet exist but me and him.

I always seem to cry and ask him why why are you doing this to me. Why do you love me this way? Why do you love me so good.

Why can’t I remember anymore what you just done to me the other day and how you just hurt me. How you just lied to me or beat me for nothing when your making love to me I can’t remember a thing other than your name.

I really hate him. He’s a wicked man and might have a magical spell on me that continues to blind me so that I can’t see what he’s doing to me.

Because all of the wrong seems to go away and I remember no more until the next time I’m deeply hurt by him again.

Why nothing else no truth no lies nothing actually exists but the way he’s making me feel at that moment and maybe that’s what I’m addicted to and maybe that’s why I can’t carry on. I hate that man.

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Maybe you two just need some God in the relationship. Or maybe both of you are just crazy. ijs

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Stay off the Nassau streets tonight, the devil busy.

If you eat this part of your corn dog you just fat and greedy.

My son hit me

Good morning Bahama Drama please keep me anonymous.

I never thought that I would see the day when my own child would strike me down.

My son and I was discussing what he plans to do with his life as we often do because lately my son seemed to be very distracted by his friends he be hanging out with and not trying to do nothing with his self so yesterday morning before I left the house for work I said to my son who was still in bed that he can’t continue to waste his life like this and that he needs to get up and try find a job because I can’t keep taking care of a grown ass man who doesn’t want to do nothing with his life.

My son just turned his head the other way as if he was telling me F-U and sucked his teeth. I then pulled the sheets off of him and before I could finnish saying who the hell are you sucking your teeth at my 20 year old son who I raised by myself with no help from he Pa jumped up and struck me in my eye saying the word bitch at the same time.

I fell on the floor screaming from the blow that I had just received from a child who I almost died in labor with for 17 hours who the doctors say wasn’t going to probably make it because he was so underweight as a premature but God had the final say.

Yesterday was the first and last time that my son will ever hit me because when he gets out of jail he can’t come back to my house.

I never thought that I would see the day when my own child physically hurt me. I just want to say to the mother’s out there. Try get a man in the household because if you are trying to raise a son the day will come when he will for some reason physically challenge you and your going to need the back up of another male to answer his call for possible violence.

A simple morning talk and you gonna go and strike your own Mommy? The bible says children obey your Mommy and Father so that you’re days maybe longer. Lord I hate to say this but my son ain’t got long on this earth someone gonna kill him.

I’m speaking a good word of advice don’t let these children run your house where you pay all the bills.

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We hope that you are well. But there is an old Bahamian proverb which says; bend the tree while it’s young.

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17 year old, I want to be a police

Good morning please keep me anonymous.

Bahama drama I gin keep it short and sweet I am currently 17 years old and working towards my degree in college.

I really want to get onto the force but I do not wanna be forced to do things I do not want too.

If I was to become a police officer I would like to be in charge of myself and become my own boss.

I do not wanna be forced to write up people for tickets .

I would rather help my Bahamian people first with my power before arresting them or charging.

I truly and deeply care about every Bahamian citizen even tho I may not know them.

They only people I care about that needs jailing are the rapists, murderers, teef etc…

I don’t care about tints, dope or none of that shit can you guys give me some thoughts?

And a side note I been growing my hair for about 3-4 years now I really do not want to cut it off.

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We are very pleased to know that even at your age, your able to see the value of local law enforcement but I don’t think things work like what your asking for of the RBPF.

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My Junglaus Mother

Good morning Bahama Drama please keep me anonymous. I just want to know if anyone else is probably going through this with a Mommy like mine.

Ever since I could remember my Mommy has always been a selfish kind of person just like my grandma was when I was little.

My grandma was such a mess that she beat me when I was 13 because I would not sleep with this boy in our neighborhood who she thought was the perfect boy for me because she liked him because she said that he had a lot of manners because he would walk to the corner store for her anytime she’d ask but I wouldn’t because I was always afraid that someone would try take me so I wasn’t ever her her favorite grandchild.

But I do remember well that cut ass that she gave me because I wouldn’t give up my virginity to that boy that day.

Me and the boy was friends just as I was with All of the other boys in the neighborhood because I was a real Tom boy bad bad and anything a boy did I could do so much better than them.

I didn’t even see boys in that kind of way because to me they were more like competition in who’s faster stronger or better at childhood things.

So one day this same boy who my grandma liked a lot tried to kiss me in the back of our yard and so I kissed him back because I couldn’t let him think that I didn’t know about kissing and I had to prove to him that I could kiss better than him to.

It was all about competition to me in my childhood.

My friend was about 2 years older than I was but what did it matter to me he was still a chump in my book because I had already beat him in all of the sports and games that me and him had ever competed at so I was not afraid of a kiss from him in the slightest way.

He then took out his thing and it was long and he had hair on it any everything and then he tried to pull down my shorts but I was not going to do that.

So I held on to the realm of my shorts and wouldn’t let him put them down and I began to walk away from him.

As I looked back at him and at his things it was so big and had all kinds of big veins running from it like a bodybuilders neck.

I was so not going to have sex with a boy and definitely one that I grew up with and not at this age I thought. So I went back into the neighborhood to look for my other friends because now I had label him as being nasty and fresh and I no longer wanted to play with him or even be his friend especially with that thing that he showed me in our backyard.

Letter that day I went home for some food and water as other kids in the neighborhood parents began to call them in to eat.

When I got to my grandma house her and my Mommy was sitting on the porch and the boy followed my grandma into our house and as she did my Mommy called me in and when I got all of the way inside

she held me down and my grandma began to beat me so badly with a drop cord telling me saying that I had done something wrong to this boy.

And that she’s not going to have any sissy girls in this house. And her and my grandma locked me and the boy inside my grandma’s room and said that I better not come out of this room until I like boys.

I was only 13.

So I allowed the boy to do it to me and it was so painful and their was blood everywhere on my Grandmas bed sheets and I also got a beating for that to.

After that and a couple of days staying in the bathroom everyday acting like I was using it because I was afraid to go outside and also afraid to face to face conversation with my grandma and Mommy. I was so afraid of them.

I always had thought about hurting myself after that and I would no longer play with my friends and just became a in the house child.

The same boy who I was forced to have sex with would continue to come to my grandma house and have sex with me and I was always afraid to tell him no because I knew what could happen if I denied him.

After a year I got to see my Daddy who my grandma hated so much that she stopped him from coming to her house to see me. She and my Mommy had band him over to keep the peace they had said.

And my Mommy had told me he didn’t want me and was a evil man and a devil so I was a little afraid of him and to talk to him.

And I remember my Mommy had told me that I better not run my mouth to my Daddy when I go by him because that’s making trouble.

I finally did run my mouth and told my dad what they had done to me and my Daddy went to kill my grandma the boy and my Mommy and got locked up for 2 years.

After they did get my Daddy arrested they sent me to girls industrial.

I’m 19 years old now have my own apartment thanks to my Daddy for all of his continued love and support to me. But I will never forget how generationally wicked some families can be.

Whenever I try to talk to my Mommy about it she plays the victim and starts to cry to this very day blaming the whole thing on me saying that I was to fresh. Or that she was trying to save me from being gay.

I don’t hate her but that’s why today I have a deeper understanding of why my mother-in-law is say some people shouldn’t be allowed to have children.

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We’re so sorry that you’ve been through so much growing up. You are amazingly resilient and powerful.

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