A Reaction To The Tristan And Khloé Scandal, From A Girl Who's Been There

A Reaction To The Tristan And Khloé Scandal, From A Girl Who's Been There

A woman is like a tea bag — you never know how strong she is until she gets into hot water.

We all know who the Kardashians are and if you don’t, you must be living under a rock. People across the globe have become emotionally attached to the family. They’re real, honest, hard workers and people want to be them.

When rumors spread, the entire world wants to know.

I am personally not a die-hard Kardashian fan, but I appreciate the lives they’ve built for themselves and the ambition that each of them has. I read magazines and scroll the internet like it’s my job, so I’m up to date on almost every celebrity scandal. I’ve followed the hardships Khloé has conquered, and I’ve always related to her most.

Tristan Thompson has allegedly cheated on the very pregnant, smart and wonderful Khloé Kardashian. I have a few words to say about this and a few directed towards Tristan himself.

First I would like to say that my heart goes out to her. I can’t imagine the pain she must be feeling during what should be such a special time. No one deserves this kind of heartache.

After so much trauma in the world, we as people find solace in entertainment and in this case, reality TV. We all became invested in their relationship, having full faith that their love would conquer all, (isn’t that what we all want) and now Tristan comes and crushes those dreams that not only Khloé had, but all of us as well.

Tristan, I was rooting for you. We all were. Watching someone in the limelight show such immense love and passion for someone and turning around and completely betraying them is crushing. You were supposed to be a role model, a figure for people to look up to.

After seeing what Khloé went through with Lamar, she deserved someone better. She deserved a king who would protect her from harm's way. We all thought you were that, as you flaunted to the world the love you supposedly held so close.

The Kardashians are considered to be the royal family of America, and you became apart of that family. You were famous, yes. But you skyrocketed to fame because you are tied to one of the most popular figures in America. Is it because you were with a strong woman surrounded by a powerful family and you felt the need to become “more of a man”?

Did you think about the consequences? Not just from your family, from Khloé and her family, but the outside world? How do you suppose that young men view your actions?

Those who are impressionable and looking up to you will see the way you treat women.Those who don’t have great role models at home may think that this is just what successful men do. You set such a great example of how men should treat women. You had it all. What provoked you to go out and look for more? Did you feel any guilt? Did you think about your unborn daughter?

I just want you to know Tristan, that you’re in for a world of hell. Not only do you have the Kardashian family lining up to castrate you one by one, but you have the entire world mortified at your actions.

For me, this hits home. I fell in love, and I fell hard, eventually shattering from that fall and building myself up back up to the best version of myself I have ever been. I am not happy that it happened, but I’m thankful for the changes I went through as a result.

Now, every cheating situation is different. Some couples get stronger, others part ways. People change and become better, and some stay the same. I do not have an opinion on what actions Khloé should take from here on out because it's her life and her decision. Because honestly, no one knows a relationship better than the two people who are in it.

The truth is, the confusion is overwhelming. The conflict between what you think versus what everyone else around you thinks is sickening. The fight between your heart and your brain is even worse. And then you begin to wonder, what happened, where was I? How was I so oblivious to this happening?

At the end of the day, these questions don’t matter. It’s what you do from here on out that does. All I know is that Khloé is going to thrive more than ever before. If you have yet to see what she is capable of, watch out world.

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To Percy Jackson, I Hope You're Well...

Percy Jackson and the Olympians and the Heroes of Olympus are both series which helped shape my life. I want to share my love for them here, with you.


Two days before I moved from New Jersey to California, I had a late night at a friend's house. Just a few miles outside of my small town of Morris Plains, his house was out of the way and a safe haven for myself and my mother during a harrowing and strenuous move. My father had been across the country already for almost two months trying to hold down his new job and prove himself. His absence was trying on me (at the tender young age of nine years old) and my mother, and we often spent time at my friend's home, as our mothers got along well.

That night came the time to say goodbye for the very last time, and as our mothers were tearfully embracing at the door, he ran up to me and shoved a book in my hands. Bewildered and confused, I tried to give him my thanks but he was already gone - running away in a childish fit that expressed his hurt at my leaving more than any words he could've said. I looked down at the book in my hands. It was a battered copy of Rick Riordan's "The Lightning Thief," with its binding bulging slightly out in a strange fashion, the cover slightly torn and bent, and quite a few pages dog-eared. The book wasn't in good condition, but I took the time to read it. I was ensnared and enchanted by the lurid descriptions of mythology, of the lovable characters of Percy, Annabeth, and Grover, and the upside-down world they lived in. Over the course of the move and our eventual settling into our new California home, I devoured the series adamantly, reading "The Battle of the Labyrinth" almost five times in the fifth grade and eventually finishing out with "The Last Olympian." The series accompanied me through a difficult move and a whirlwhind of early puberty; by that time, Percy and friends I knew intimately as my own companions. When the series ended, I happily parted with it, and began other literary conquests (namely in the realm of classics).

After an almost year-long break, I re-discovered the series in sixth grade. I hadn't realized that there was a companion series to the first, in fact, a continuation - The Heroes of Olympus. I lapped up "The Lost Hero" and "The Son of Neptune" with greed, and eagerly awaited the arrival of "The Mark of Athena" the following year.

One of my most vivid memories of middle school was sneaking downstairs the morning of the Kindle release of "The Mark of Athena", sneaking past my parents' bedroom as stealthily as I could in the wee hours of the morning to get my kindle and immerse myself in the world. I believe I finished it in about two days. For the next two books in the series, I followed the same pattern: get up early, read it as fast as I could get my hands on it. "The Blood of Olympus", the last book in the series, came out in my freshman year of high school. After finishing the second series, I shelved my much-loved paperbacks for good, and turned myself to other literary pursuits. I eventually relocated to Virginia, and went to college. Percy and friends were almost forgotten until my first year at the University of Virginia.

I was devastatingly alone my first semester at university. I didn't know what to do with myself, entombed by my loneliness. However, at the bottom of my suitcase, I found my old Kindle Paperwhite, with both of Percy's series neatly installed for me. I made a resolution with myself: I would reread both series, reading only at mealtimes where I sat alone. By the time I was finished, I wanted to see where I was compared to when I started.

Re-reading the series was like coming home. It was nostalgia, sadness, and ecstasy wrapped into one. I delighted in revisiting Percy's old haunts, his friends, his challenges. However, it was sad, knowing I had grown up and left them behind while they had stayed the same. It was a riveting memory train which made me look forward to meals, and eased my loneliness at school. Gradually, as the semester progressed, I was reading on Percy's tales less and less, as I found my friends, clubs, and organizations that gradually took up more and more time.

I still haven't finished my re-read, and am about halfway through "The Blood of Olympus". I've come a long way in the almost decade since I first received that tattered copy of "The Lightning Thief", and I still have some ways to go. So thanks, Percy, Annabeth, Grover, Jason, Piper, Reyna, Nico, Frank, Hazel, Leo. Thank you for growing up with me. I'll never forget you.


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