Be you. Unapologetically.

*Jade*

I found myself lost in thought pacing the floor while trying to calm down. Did this bitch blame me for her man inappropriately gazing at me, I asked myself. Honestly, I don't even know why I let her actions surprise me anymore being that she's always been completely ridiculous. It's like her men are her children because they are always her number one priority. This one has been around for the longest of them all, about two years now. One year if we're counting all the times he got thrown out for either cheating or stealing from her. He had a way of always appearing at the bathroom door whenever I got out of the shower.

Ever since I could remember Trina(the lady who gave birth to me. I called her by her first name because if I'm being honest, she's never been much of a mother) always seemed jealous of me as if I'm not her flesh and blood. She enjoys putting me down, saying things like "You think you're cute huh?", "I don't know why you're working so hard, you'll never amount to anything" or her favorite one "What you think you're better than me or something bitch?!". I came to terms that she was projecting her insecurities onto me and I simply wasn't allowing it. It truly hurt my feelings that I don't have a mother who acts like one. I still long for those mother-daughter dates; shopping trips, nail salon trips, spa trips, and girl's nights.

Ron, my sperm donor, was too busy catering to his wife and his step-kids to ever care about what was going on with me. I can't even remember the last time I saw or spoke to him, the conversations were always him talking about himself anyway. He showed absolutely no interest in me and I remember a time I needed help and in a desperate need, I called him. Needless to say, he told me he couldn't help me and I vowed to never part my lips to ask him for anything ever again. My brother Jayden, who shares the same mother and father as me, had the right idea to get far away from them. He told me to stay positive and to jump ship the first opportunity I get. He told me once he got financially stable that I would never have to worry again.

I love sewing, so I use that as a way to escape from life and also as a way to make some money to provide for myself. Trina provided a roof for me to stay under but I have to buy my clothes, food, and anything else I need. I'm good at making clothes, I usually post pictures of items I make on social media then meet up with the purchaser to exchange funds for products. The cool thing is, I never duplicate an item making my customers feel extra special. I dream to one day own my very own boutique, god I can just picture how I would decorate it. I was snapped out of my train of thought by Ron standing in the doorway of my room. Can I help you? I yelled. He just creepily smirked at me and walked off. Ugh, I literally can't stand him.

I overlooked my room once more making sure I packed everything of value to me. Today marks a new chapter in my life, I leave for college and I have no plans on ever returning. I glanced in the hallway mirror before making my way downstairs. I'm a sight to see, I thought to myself as I flipped my hair. I've always worn heels but without shoes, I stand about 5'7. My long curly red hair stops just above my ass, my 32 triple D breasts were never in a bra. I recently gained 10 pounds putting me in the thick girl's category, looking like a caramel snack. Once downstairs I realized the house was empty, Trina knew I left today and didn't bother to see me off. I shrugged it off and left the house never looking back.