Update.....for now..... (^_^)
It has been terribly long since I updated this thing. I havent had a computer to do anything with in so long. And when I get to a library it's like I can't go on because they have major fucked up fire walls.
Here's the scoop:
Recently, like the past two days, I have moved back to Ft. Lauderdale. I am living with my father who apparently left his wife again. This is like the ninth time. I know, I know, I used to think like you. "They will get back together and forget about divorce..." but that's not the case this time. My father has finally had enough! Apparently she had been using and abusing for thirteen years. Which I believe to be cruel irony because that's exactly how long he was married to my mother before they finally split. But verbal abuse is nothing when you add in a few punches and maybe your husbands' kids' bruises. I saw her just yesterday to pick up my sister from her place, and she was all like "Oh my god! It's your birthday? We should hang out after work and Ill show you the hot spots!" Well, needless to say, I told my father about it and he took care of that. She might be hyped up on meds, but I'm not about to get in the middle of any fight or be used in any way to hurt my father.
When I first arrived to Florida on Sunday, I was all tears because I left some really good friends behind. I basically left a situation that left me penniless and shattered. I was going nowhere in life and I packed my bags around eleven o'clock at night and left. One of my co-workers gave me her keys to go pick up the rest of my stuff, and I stayed with her for a week so I could finish out work and not live on the streets. Kate, you are my hero at this point.
It was nice to stay at Kate's house....at least when she didn't have her family at home. I guess her mother hates her because she got pregnant when she wanted out of her relationship with her husband, and when she produced that bun in the oven, she felt trapped. So for twenty five years, she has had some form of vendetta on her. Though, not too many years later, she had two more girls. But she doesn't blame them for anything. They are her pride and joy.
Sounds a bit like a cinderella story, huh? Well, not entirely. Her sisters actually care about her. One just graduated WesCon, and the other just graduated highschool. Of course their mother was proud and had to have all this family and a big party and everything. Well, her mother had everyone go to the highschool graduation, and because there was a limited amount of seating, she invited too many other family members, that there weren't enough tickets for Kate and her daughter! How messed up is that?!?!!? I thought Kate was exagerating about her mother, but I saw it in full motion.
I also left a lot of other people. My boss, Jen. She completely changed how I looked at things at work. She is the one who made me a manager, even though I wasn't getting the respect or packaging of one. Most of my fellow co-workers didn't like the fact that I was telling them what needed to be done. Well, without me, their numbers are dropping at the moment. I also apparently have a whole bunch of regulars who ask about me because they don't see me anymore. Jen is like the thirty year old me. She is bubbly and full of life. The way I know I'm meant to be. We got along great!
Then there is Ramy. Ramy and I have become good friends over the course of a month and a half when he started working at the gas station where the dunkin donuts is. He was completely different. I thought he was some other nationality like indian or something, but he doesn't look anything like them. So I was confused. So I thought maybe he was spanish. Boy was I wrong! He's egyptian! Now come on, how cool is that?
Back in elementary to middle school, I learned about ancient Egypt and was facinated. The hiroglyphics (spelled wrong), the culture....it all fascinated me. So naturally, I was fascinated about him. Not too fascinated, but enough to want to learn more. We hung out outside the gas station when he worked, cause he worked over nights into the early morning. Really funny and really really sweet. He would randomly do something like pick a flower up outside and place it in my hair telling me I accented it's beauty, or when he had to go inside because of a customer, he would kiss my hand. And I thought it was a culture thing....honestly.
I didn't know it was more than that. He told me a day or two before I was going to leave that he had feelings for me. (punch myself in the face). How could I have NOT noticed!?!?!?!? Well, I can tell you one thing....he knows how to kiss well enough to make a girl melt in his arms......sigh.....
Well, I can't say I was completely clueless. I mean, I was kinda sorta in a way crushing. As a friend, I gave him a hemitite ring while I had one as well. Kinda like a friendship bracelet, but at least more for a guy...lol. In return, he gave me a small egyptian flag which I am going to sew onto my messanger bag. It will go with my collection of egyptian stuff I collected over the years...lol. And yes, that was before Ramy.
Stupid, I know. I find myself thinking about him at random moments. Wondering what it would have been like if I stayed and tried to be in a relationship with him. Now, the only thing that bothered me about him was the fact that he is muslum. Not that I really care about the other person's religion in a relationhip, mind you. But the fact that that relationship is very strict about certain things. Technically, he isn't allowed to have anything to do with me. But he likes to break the rules when it comes to that. I just wish I could've seen how things would have gone. He will be visiting me soon. He misses me too. He still wears his ring daily...I have spies for that....lol
More to update later....I'm kinda tired and am going to rest.