If you really knew me,
you would know that my sister is my best friend,
My mom is my rock,
My siblings are my closest friends,
My dad is always there for me
And my family always comes first.
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Growing up I have struggled with friendships and trusting people.
All through junior high and high school, I struggled with friendships. I had so many "friends" come and go. It just became a routine. I would make a friend and I would let them into my life and out of nowhere they would use me and then toss me.
I always thought it was me.
That I was to blame for them not wanting to be friends with me anymore.
I found that over time, I felt that I was being used, and when I would finally express how I felt, I was in the wrong for accusing them for doing such a thing. Then it would turn into a HUGE drama fest.
All the sudden it was me versus my "friend" and the 20 other people they would bring into the situation to back them up.
I found myself cornered, as if I had to surrender as if I did something wrong and I had to apologize for calling them out on their bull s***.
Why did I do this?
Why did I let people use me?
Because I am a good friend. Because loyalty means something to me. Because I gave everyone the benefit of the doubt and put my full trust in them.
Oh, did I learn a lesson after being walked all over for the past 10 years.
All these people would come into my life, and I thought they knew everything about me.
Oh, how I was wrong. They didn't know me at all. If they did know me they would know they can't walk all over me without my family stepping in.
I thank God every day for the family he gave me, because every time someone was trying to attack me I had;
My mom calling the CIA for back up and getting all information on the beotch,
My sister starting up the car to be the getaway driver,
My sister-in-law sharpening the knives,
My dad thinking of all the ways he could publicly embarrass them,
My step-dad thinking of all the ways we could physically hurt them without getting arrested
My step-mom teaching me all the bad words to call that b**** in Spanish,
My brother-in-law planning the dank after party "that is INVITE ONLY"
And my brothers buying all the eggs in the store so that we could egg the s*** out of the house of the b**** that was trying to get all up in my face.
So, the next time someone tries to mess with me they should know that it is them plus the 20 friends they bring into the situation versus me and the 150 family members I have (give or take a few) that will kick their A** and they won't even see it coming.
~ Family is Forever ~
