All you need to no is that I’m a fine ass mango skin gal that have all kind of niggas trip over me.
I got a nigga that already put 2 in the ground for me and he on speed dial.
I got one who I only call when I want my kitty lick.
I got one that never had a job in his life but he can lay the pipe good.
And I also have one that’s a walking ATM machine.
And all of them is do what I say because they in love with me.
My gangster nigga he stay in pinewood.
My kitty licker is ex customs officer he live with his wife and kids.
And my walking ATM he used to be a big thing at BTC he told me.
All these niggas is obedient to me and I’m only 16.
I kid you not, I got these niggas head gone.
I’m grown this my last year CC okay. Well anyway I live with my Mommy and she is never stress me out like those other girls who post they shit to this page chil
I don’t get down like that. When I was in New York with my auntie she taught me how to survive out here
and how you got to look out for yourself in this world ain’t nobody gonna give you nothing so I’m out her getting it as a young chick
y’all hating hoes can get it to ig you could stop hating.
Take it from me because I no what it’s like to have nothing living in Nassau looking for a bitch to send you minutes to your phone. Now I have 2 iPhone’s chil and um doing it big.
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Little girl stick with little boy’s your age because these big man out here are only going to strip away your youth and set you free.
I want to leave him but I can’t help but enjoy myself watching him die slowly and painfully.
It may sound like I’m a cold hearted woman but I’m not because you don’t know how he used to treat me before he got sick.
When I first met him he used to treat me like a queen taking me everywhere introducing me to everybody that he knows and I.
I was so happy to be by his side.
There wasn’t a movie that we didn’t go to see together or an event that me and him didn’t attend together.
We were like a Bonnie and Clyde.
Nothing couldn’t keep us apart because when you saw him you saw me and vice versa.
We were so close, people who didn’t know us thought that we were brother and sister.
I can’t get into to much detail because of his family members might be in here but
After we got married it seemed like he became a whole other person especially after I lost the baby he blamed it on me
and started drinking coming home drunk smelling like ladies perfume and beating me.
Many times he would beat me and I would blackout and wakeup not knowing what had happened
until I tried to move and felt the excruciating pain from his blows to my face and body
but I never called the police or told a soul praying that things would get better and that he would go back to being the loving man that I once knew.
But as time went on he just got worse with the abuse and disrespect until I ran away from him and went to live on one of the family island’s with family members of mine.
I left everything behind I didn’t even take a change of clothes because I was to afraid that he would come home and catch me trying to leave him and beat me to death this time.
After a few day’s my family them helped me to buy a few things that I needed including a phone and that was probably a bad idea.
My mother and family in Nassau started calling me to much and began sharing my phone number until he got my number and called me one morning.
He was crying saying how he’s so sorry and how it was his boss on the job that had him so stressed out
and how he’s so sorry that he never talked to me about it because he knows that I’m a very loving and understanding kind of person
and how he wished that he would have just opened up with me about what he was going through
and how now the doctor had just diagnosis him with leukemia telling me about the doctors are telling him that he needs to start treatment right away to increase his chances for survival.
He started crying again and I felt so sorry for him as he begged me to come back home because he has changed
and he now know what’s most important to him in this world and that it was me.
By this time we both are crying on the phone.
The next day I was back in Nassau
he picked me up from the mail boat and took me home.
I went to freshing up he then made dinner for the two of us afterwards we made love like it was our first time ever.
The following day he showed me his medical reports and everything that he said was true about what he had told me over the phone about being diagnosed with leukemia.
The next 3 months 3 weeks 2 days was like none of the violence had ever happened in our marriage.
I was taking him for his treatments and we were getting along great until
this one Thursday evening after his work
he came home drunk again.
I tried to hide to avoid him because I know how he gets when he’s drinking.
He said that he wanted to kiss me where my boyfriend on the island who I was living with use to kiss me
and then he started punching and kicking me stripping off my clothes calling me all kinds of horrible name’s.
After it was over he had urinated on me as I laid out on the floor trying to catch my breath
after all the beating that I took that evening.
I made up my mind that night that I was going to kill his ass
but I never did.
The only thing I did do was get used to the beatings and over time tried to fight back
and many times I would throw the first blow.
I couldn’t leave him now
I was much to embarrass to leave him because my family was all already calling me the ass for going back to him in the first place.
So I had to stay.
As the months went by and turned into years
he got weaker and because of his leukemia treatments.
I began to win many of the fights around the house
until he didn’t even have the energy for a fight anymore.
And now he don’t even have the energy to wipe his on backside.
Sometimes I let him cry all day for me to change him because he shits on himself
and don’t have the strength to do anything for himself.
I leave him in that same shit all day until the next day then help him.
He needs to see what it feels like to be helpless like I once was.
It gives me great joy to see him so helpless at time’s
I’ll admit I’m the one that’s doing all the beating now!
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Mrs 2 wrongs don’t make it right that’s all we ga say.
I’m 23 years old and I met my boyfriend with a daughter at the age of 1.
I met him at Checkers restaurant both of us was ordering food from there and had clothes washing in there wash house next door to it.
He had his daughter strapped to his chest in a baby holder. I thought that it was the sweetest thing that I had ever seen and he was staring me down so hard so
I said what are you looking at?
He said I’m sorry for staring so hard I was looking for your wings.
I said what?
He said yeah wings.
Aren’t angels supposed to have wing’s.
I laughed then blushed.
He came over and introduced himself and his baby to me.
We truly hit it off that day.
In 3 weeks we were dating each other. He told me all about how he became a single father and how he had to take his daughter from his baby mother for neglecting her.
He said that she would leave his daughter with her family members and not come back for day’s out just clubbing.
As the months went by and his daughter turned 2 years old she started calling me mommy and following me everywhere and crying after me.
My now boyfriend thought that it was cute but deep down I felt uncomfortable and annoyed with the child because it was not my baby.
And I’m not going to lie I started to wish something happened to his baby like she would die in her sleep so that me and my boyfriend could have our own family together.
His daughter is now 5 years old and she still calls me mommy and she has become the only child that I plan to have now.
I’m sure glad that I never did anything that I would later have regretted to that baby
because of what I was feeling.
I later told my now husband this same story that I’m now sharing with you guys on this page
and at first he was upset with me for not talking to him about it and then he introduced me to some articles
on the internet where in many women without children who engage in a relationship with a man that already has a young child
some women is go through a mental trauma after a while of being in the relationship
and some of the time’s do hurt or kill the young child.
Well I did none of those evil things but I did think of them
and that’s not a single or a crime to have a moral break and then catch yourself after a while right ladies?
Good Morning Bahama Drama please keep me anonymous.
It’s sad to say it but I think my Mommy is a lying manipulating demon.
Yeah I no plenty of people will say that’s disrespectful to say things like this about your own mother. But you don’t no her like I do.
Over the year’s growing up as a child I thought that my mother had no faults and that God couldn’t have made a better woman like my mother.
She never missed church with us never loss an argument with anyone and was always willing to drop everything she was doing to try something new and shinny.
I had a daddy once and her being right all of the time won my father a carry your ass ticket out of his own house by my mom and the police.
My mother soon introduced us to our new daddy who worked on cars and then another who hand a tire shop and many other’s after that.
I got so used to calling all of the strange men daddy because they would give me money afterwards
as a child you really ain’t on nobody’s run but other children like you
so I really was never inside the house but was always running around with my other siblings and friends off East Street barefooted.
When I became a woman I saw my daddy’s sister my aunt at the Chinese store down the hill on East Street
I was with my 8 year old daughter we embraced and I introduced her to my daughter my aunt smile was to her ears as this surprised me
because growing up my mother always told us growing up that my daddy didn’t love us
and his family didn’t like us because they didn’t think that we were his kids.
My aunt told me that my dad always talked about his kids and how he can’t see you all.
She then said how my daddy got sick and died of cancer in North Andros hoping that he would get to see his kids again before he passes.
So I called your mother and told her about your father’s situation and how he would like to see you all and your mother’s reply was
that you all where living in Miami with her sister and could not come back to the Bahamas because of final exams we’re being given at the time.
I asked my aunt for her number when she was done telling me about my daddy and later that following week I called her after questioning my mother about when was the last time that she’s heard from my daddy
this woman tells me that my father is living in Exuma with 14 kids and don’t want nothing to do with us.
My eye’s widened in disbelief but I said nothing about what I no to my mother.
Just that week me and my Aunt meet at her house it’s was very nice and I meet my cousin’s on my daddy’s side for the first time
Me and my sister because she wanted to meet our daddy’s sister too.
She showed us my father’s funeral pictures along with his obituary I couldn’t cry because I barely knew my father nether did my sister.
But we both looked through the obituary and saw an old photo of my daddy with me and my sister on his lap
with the biggest smiles on all of our faces including our father.
I saw that me and my sister had our daddy’s small nose and also his smile.
My aunt says that my father health seemed to have gotten worse when your mother said that he couldn’t see you all.
He had a small stomach ulcer that got worse over time eventually doctors discovered that your father had stage 3 cancer
and that there was little that they could do to treat it.
Upon me and my sister going back by mommy house both of us agreeing not to confront mommy with what we now knew
but my sister snapped on mommy asking her why she lied about our daddy didn’t want us and how she lied about his family wanted nothing to do with us?
My mommy jumped up crying saying he don’t want nothing to do with you all.
My sister said prove it then mommy call him.
mommy said that she had just got off the phone with him not to long before we came
and that he told her that he had tested positive for Covid-19 virus so he’s not feeling well right now and that his wife has got it to so he can’t talk long.
My mother said he didn’t even ask about you all.
She then said to us that man don’t give a shit about you all I told you that.
My sister looked at me with tears in her eye’s and walked out I followed her and left.
I don’t think that we will ever talk to our mommy again because she is a lying demon.
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We find in our society a lot of mothers put enmity between the father and their kids, and this needs to stop women.
