A little bit after Canito went to stay with his best friend, he calls me yet again, to tell me he's going to move to Florida with his step-mom. (!) I didn't know where the hell this was coming from. It came out of the blue.
I told him I'd obviously go with him. We were a couple, and we have a daughter together. Untill my Dad came up with a brilliant plan- we move to PR, but in a city far, far away from all the problems (Canito has problems here, and so he won't get into any trouble with those people, we moved like an hour away from civilization (not literally away from civilization, of course), and 1 1/2 hours maybe 2 with traffic. Just seeing my Dad is a mission impossible. Canito was going to come the day after I was supposed to go back. The same weekend he gets here, we look at an apartment, and we live here now. The very first apartment we looked at! He got here around 3am in the morning, because the plane got delayed in NY. It was 3am Saturday.
Here is where my mom comes in: On Sunday, of the same weekend he arrived, we were at my Grandmother's house, and my mom decides to call me (!). Note: In the 3 weeks that I had been here, she had NOT ONCE called me. You know why she called me? To ask where Canito was. The conversation went something like this:
her: hey. i was wondering: everyone has been looking for [canito], no one can find him.
me: yeah, he's in florida. (we had to tell her that, because she's a big mouth, who will tell his cousin, who's an even bigger mouth, and he'll tell everyone and their mother that canito was/is in pr.)
her: oh, really?
me: yes.
her: oh, ok. i wanted to know because everyone has been looking for him, no one knows where he's at. not [his best friend], [his boss], [the super], no one. so he went to florida.
me: yup. to live with his step-mom. and as soon as he gets an apartment, i'm going over there with him.
her: oh, ok. (my neice starts complaining in the background) well, let me see whats going on with [the neice], and i'll call you later.
me: ok, bye.
She never called me back. Can you fucking believe her? The ONLY time she calls me. Wasn't to ask how her grandchild is doing, or how I'm doing. It was to ask where Canito was, and then never calls me back. I didn't call her back either. What a mother, huh?
I tell Canito, and my dad, and they're surprised at how fucked up she is, and Canito decided to call The Super to see what the real story is. Turns out, it was a lie. The Asshole hadn't seen him from his peeping-Tom's camera, and decided to actually go to The Super's house, and ask where he was, because he hadn't seen him in a few days. And The Super, "knew" he went to Florida, and his best-friend knew he came to PR. His best friend and his wife, were the only people we could actually trust on that block. No one said anything, though. Not even the big-mouthed Super opened his mouth! LMAO
Oh, and it gets better! (note sarcasm there.)
In early August, I called her. This was the last conversation we have had, because she decided to try to manipulate me. For the last time, though. I didn't disrespect her, but I did speak my mind. I will relate the conversation as best as my memory can allow it.
me: hi mom. how are you?
her: good and you? hows the baby?
me: good. she's sleeping. (it was after 9pm.)
her: oh, ok. listen, you know [canito] went to florida so fast because everyone around here wanted to jump him, right?
me: ( i sit up in bed. i knew we were going to argue. and im shaking and getting those damn butterflies in my stomach again just thinking about this conversation) what are you talking about?
her: well, [his boss], [his best friend], and everybody else on the block that he had a problem with wanted to jump him. that's why he left to florida so fast.
me: really? you know thats funny because he still talks to his boss, and gordo (his best friend).
her: well thats what they told us, personally.
me: well thats really funny, because we talked today, and he told me he still talks to them.
her: well thats what they told us personally.
me: and as for the other people on the block, no one dared fuck with him, because one time, Darnel (he lived downstairs from my mom) shot a paint ball at him, and canito told him straight up that if he did it again, he'd fuck him up, and darnell said "uh huh" so canito punched him in the face, and darnell didn't do anything back. then him and a whole bunch of other people went in front of the building with bats, and he went out BY HIMSELF and told them what was going on, and EVERYONE INCLUDING DARNELLS MOM said he was cool. that he had a right to hit him.
her: well thats not what they're saying now.
me: whatever. its the truth.
her: it's not for you to get mad, stephanie. i'm only the messenger, and i'm telling you what they personally told me.
me: and i know its a lie, because canito still talks to them. and i know about the rumors you spread when we first got together too.
her: i'm only the messenger stephanie.
me: i'm not talking about that anymore! i'm talking about when canito and i first got together. you and the asshole started a whole bunch of rumors just so i wouldn't be with canito. you knew that once i hit 18 i was going to do whatever i wanted. it was un-called for. and the shit you and nany said just so i wouldn't talk to my dad. i know the truth about everything, mom. just like i know papi always has paid child support, you just didn't tell me. what has papi ever done to you? he was always there, he was always a good father.
her: we only wanted the best for you, stephanie. and ur father did stop paying, i have the papers to prove it.
me: well you went the wrong way about it, mom. and how you ALWAYS put the asshole before us. he'll yell at us, or hit us, and he even hit you, and you stayed with him! he yells at fello (pronounced: fay-yo. my brother), and you let him! you know fello has problems. he tries, and you don't even give him credit for it! the asshole is even worse. you let the asshole yell at him, and you even stick up for the asshole.
her: i know.
me: and then in my face, you'd stick up for me, or fello, or shelley (my sister), but when your talking to the asshole, behind closed doors, you stick up for him. I USED TO HEAR YOUR CONVERSATIONS. I KNOW WHAT WAS REALLY GOING ON, I JUST STOOD SHUT. BUT I'M TIRED OF THAT SHIT. I'M STICKING UP FOR MYSELF NOW. AND IT WAS MESSED UP HOW YOU LIED TO MY FACE ABOUT CANITO, JUST SO I WOULDN'T BE WITH HIM. HE IS THE ONLY ONE BESIDES PAPI WHO WAS THERE FOR ME THROUGH EVERYTHING. HE COULD HAVE LEFT ME WHEN I TOLD HIM I WAS PREGNANT, AND HE DIDN'T HE WAS ALWAYS THERE.
her: WE ONLY WANTED THE BEST FOR YOU STEPHANIE. NOW LOOK, YOUR DAD IS TAKING CREDIT FOR HOW WE RAISED YOU. AND THEY GET TO SEE THE BABY WHENEVER THEY WANT. [THE ASSHOLE] HAS NEVER GOT TO SEE HER.
me: I DON'T CARE IF HE NEVER GOT TO SEE HER! HE'S NOT HER GRANDFATHER, AND HE'S NOT MY FATHER. SHE HAS A GRANDFATHER ALREADY. I DON'T OWE THAT ASSHOLE ANYTHING. ALL HE DID WAS MAKE ME SUFFER AND MISERABLE. I DIDN'T, AND STILL DON'T WANT HIM TO SEE HER.
her: WHATEVER STEPHANIE. JO (my dad's ex), AND YOUR DAD GET TO SEE HER WHENEVER THEY WANT. I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SAY BYE TO YOU OR THE BABY. AND NOW THEY'RE TAKING CREDIT FOR THE WAY WE RAISED YOU.
me: THEY'RE NOT TAKING CREDIT. THEY'RE HELPING ME. I'M GETTING THE HELP I NEED. HELP I WOULDN'T HAVE GOTTEN IN NY. (i had also told her a few days prior to this convo that canito and i supposedly broke up)
her: YOU COULD HAVE GONE TO HOUSING, STEPHANIE, OR SECTION 8.
me: FOR HOUSING, I HAVE TO LIVE IN THE PROJECTS, AND I CAN'T EVEN MOVE FROM THERE, AND SECTION 8 IS FROZEN, AND U KNOW IT.
her: THERE WAS OTHER OPTIONS STEPHANIE. YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO MOVE TO PR.
me: you know better than anyone that without section 8, or housing in NEW YORK, and without ANY help from the government, its IMPOSSIBLE to live in NY. i HATED living in ny. i suffered too much. i HATED it. i don't want my daughter to go through the same shit i went through.
her: you could have lived with us.
me: yeah, but canito couldn't have. and i don't want her raised in that hostile environment, where theres ALWAYS yelling, and slamming doors. and you never kicked canito out, even though i knew you were itching to, and only because i told you that if he went, i would go to. and that day that the asshole and canito argued, the asshole never went downstairs.
her: cuz i told him not to.
me: whatever. and the day when i told him to mind his own business, he was about to hit me.
her: no he wasn't.
me: YES HE WAS AND YOU KNOW IT! DON'T TRY TO STICK UP FOR HIM! HE WOULD HAVE BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME IF I WASN'T PREGNANT!
her: (she actually stayed shut.)
me: he's brave to hit one of us, but he knew that canito was a challenge, and canito could have probably beat the shit out him. he's a fucking coward. he doesn't hesitate to hit one of us, but for someone who sticks up to him, he's a fucking pussy.
her: i know.
me: and what the fuck did canito ever do to you? what was it that you had against him? cuz he didn't have money? he didn't have a car? a nice house?
her: all we wanted for you was someone who can put a roof over your head.
me: I HAD A ROOF OVER MY HEAD. IT WASN'T THE BEST PLACE TO BE, BUT I WAS HAPPY! I WAS THE HAPPIEST I EVER HAD BEEN. WASN'T THAT ENOUGH? I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE MONEY. HE TOOK GOOD CARE OF MY DAUGHTER, HE TOOK GOOD CARE OF ME, WE HAD EVERYTHING WE NEEDED, AND WANTED. HE WAS ALWAYS THERE!
her: thats fine stephanie. i'm happy you have a daughter. i didn't say anything about you having a daughter. i'm happy you have her.
me: your just not happy with who i had her with.
her: i think you could have done better.
me: he made me happy! wasn't that enough? oh yeah, and about that shit you said when the arguement between the asshole and canito happened. that it was all planned. you know damn well that it wasn't planned and it was TA who started it. but if TA convinces you of something, you believe it. you say that i'm blind-
her: cuz you are! tell canito to tell you the truth. tell him to tell you why he left to florida so quickly.
me: I KNOW WHY HE LEFT! BUT IT WASN'T FOR THE REASON YOU SAID! YOUR THE ONE WHOS BLIND. IF THE SKY IS BLUE, BUT TA CONVINCES YOU ITS GREEN, WHEN ITS BLUE, BUT HE CONVINCES YOU, YOUR GONNA THINK ITS GREEN. YOU LISTEN TO EVERYTHING HE SAYS, AND YOU ALWAYS TAKE HIS SIDE. YOU ALWAYS STUCK UP FOR HIM, AND NOT US. YOU ALWAYS PUT HIM BEFORE US.
her: yeah, well, because we wanted the best for you guys.
me: the best for us? TA WAS ONLY THERE WHEN WE NEEDED DISCIPLINE. AND EVEN WHEN WE DIDN'T NEED IT. HE SLAPPED ME FOR SUPPOSEDLY DISRESPECTING YOU WHEN I HAVE NEVER DISRESPECTED YOU! AND HE HAS NEVER APOLOGIZED. THAT WAS YOU TALKING FOR HIM, SO THERE WOULDN'T BE ANY TENSION. HE'S NOT THE TYPE TO APLOGIZE. HE DOESN'T FEEL ASHAMED FOR ANYTHING HE DOES. HE'S ONLY APOLOGIZED TO U FOR HITTING U, BUT TO NONE OF US. he's a fucking coward. that's the only time he was there for us. when we needed to be hit. other than that he was never there. and you just let him.
her: yeah, i know.
me: and the shit you said about my dad, that you were going to keep him in court, because he called the cops. he was worried about me. hello? i was 10 months pregnant!
her: but he didn't need to do that. i had everything under control. nothing was going to happen to you.
me: you don't know that. he was worried.
her: well he still didn't need to do that. and now he's taking all of the credit for how we raised you. he always gets to see the baby, and we never got to see her.
me: i didnt want that mother fucker to see her! i don't owe him anything. he made my life miserable! i'm glad he never got to see her! and my dad is helping me! he's not taking any credit for how i was raised.
her: WHATEVER STEPHANIE. HE'S TAKING ALL THE CREDIT. AND SO IS JO. REMEMBER, YOU HAVE THEM, AND I'M JUST THE BITCH WHO GAVE BIRTH TO YOU. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? JUST FORGET THAT WE EVEN EXIST. (at this point, the asshole was yelling shit in the background because he heard my mom yelling, and i'm pretty sure that he was listening in on the convo. nothing new. i was too hyped up to even respond to what he was saying. i don't even know what he was saying.)
me: TRUST ME, THAT'S FINE WITH ME!
And I hung up on her. I told Canito what happened, and he let a few minutes go by before he said, "Give me their number. I want to call her."
me: no. (laughing)
him: come on. let me call her.
me: fine. wait a few minutes so it looks like i called you, and told you what happened.
About 5 minutes go by.
I give him the number, and he calls, and he puts it on speaker so I can hear her (!) but she let it go to voicemail. =( lmao
So he left a message saying something like this:
LOOK PUTITA (which means whore or bitch) DON'T KEEP CALLING "LA NENA" AND TALKING SHIT TO HER ABOUT ME. IF YOU GOT A FUCKING PROBLEM WITH ME WHORE, YOU CALL ME. I'M TIRED OR MY NAME COMING OUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH, YOU WHORE. AND AS FOR THAT DICK SUCKER, IF HE WANTS TO GET FUCKED UP, LET ME KNOW. I'LL TAKE A PLANE JUST TO FUCK HIS ASS UP. HE'S A DICK SUCKER WHO'S ALL TALK. DON'T KEEP TALKING SHIT ABOUT ME YOU FUCKING BITCH. I'LL TAKE A PLANE OVER THERE AND GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT YOU WHORE.
And he hangs up. I just start CRACKING UP, and I tell him, "Watch. She's going to call me in a few minutes." We're talking, and then all of a sudden, who do you think calls me? If you guessed the President, your wrong. If you guessed mommy dearest, you won! You win a life time subsricption to my blog! LMAO. =D
This is how the convo went:
me: hello?
her: wtf did you tell canito?
me: exactly what you told me.
her: well he called me, and left me a message. here listen to it. (figits with the voicemail machine). i can't get it to play, but he called me every name in the book. (i'm just laughing my ass off.)
me: ok. what do you want me to do about it?
her: not open your fucking mouth.
me: hello? your talking about him, and he has a right to know. especially when its lies!
her: well tell him that he better not show his fucking face around here cuz he's going to get killed. and not by the asshole, by me.
me: umm ok. whatever. you asked for it! don't keep talking shit about me, nor him, and that won't happen!
(the asshole is talking shit in the background saying that i better now show my face in ny either, cuz he was going to beat the shit out of me too.)
me: (TO TA) TELL HIM TO SHIT THE FUCK UP! AND I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY. YOU ASKED FOR IT!
her: don't call me stephanie. i don't want anything to do with you.
And she hangs up. I tried calling her back, but she blocked me on her Iobi. It's this phone thing on the computer where you can actually block a person from calling you. And she blocked my phone, and Canito's. I'm writing this, and CRACKING UP! IT'S JUST SO HILARIOUS!
And if you noticed when she was talking, I put "we" in italics, because she was saying "we" as in her and her mother fucker of a husband. She never said I just we. It's a damn shame. I am the way I am today, because of her. Not the way she raised me. She raised me to not be able to trust anyone. She would take away my money so I wouldn't spend it, but she could.
I got a summer job when I was 14, and I got paid $500. She took my money from me. MONEY I WORKED FOR, SO I COULD BUY MY SCHOOL CLOTHES, AND SUPPLIES. With that money, I bought my first pre-paid piece-of-shit phone. I think I only spent $300, and she took the rest for herself, telling me I spent it all. She raised me to HATE any form of step-mother, or step-father. I wish I never get seperated from Canito, cuz I swear if I get a man who even THINKS about touching my daughter, they better sleep with one eye open. If he touches her sexually, or to discipline her, I will harm him so bad, he's never going to want ANYONE with a kid. (God forbid) Canito and I split up, I'm going to talk to her, and tell her the things that are ok, and not ok for a man to do to her. And if a man I may or may not have does anything bad to her, she needs to speak up, not stay shut for the fear of hurting me, or being hurt.
I can't even hurt a fly, I don't even like killing roaches (i send canito to do it) because I feel guilty afterwards, and like God is going to punish me for killing one of his creatures. But I will GLADLY hurt, maybe even kill (depends on the damage) ANYONE who DARE'S to hurt my baby. If a little kid bother's her when she's in school, best believe that I will go to that kid's parent and tell them to tell their kid to stop bothering my daughter. I feel sorry for the person who bother's or hurts my baby, cuz I will have their ass on a platter, then feed it to them!
Anywho, so yeah, that's the last conversation I have had with my mother. About 2 days after our arguement, she sent me this email, that I copied and pasted here:
STEPHANIE: I HOPE U R DOING OK AND THE BABY; LET ME START WITH UR MAN, HAVE U EVER THOUGHT THAT EVERYBODY AROUND HERE IS TELLING THE TRUTH?, WELL GUESS WHAT THE ONE THAT SAID WATH I TOLD U WAS NOEL BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONE SPEAKING TO [his boss] I JUST DELIVERED WHAT WAS SAID TO ME, ANOTHER THING THE MESSEGE HE LEFT, HE MAID A HUGE MISTAKE OF LIVING IT CAUSE WITH THAT I CAN PUT HIM IN JAIL, JUST LIKE U AND UR FATHER FOR "CONSPIRACY TO MURDER FOR HIRE", ANOTHER ONE: HAVE U EVER THOUGHT THAT WE WERE BOTH MANIPULATED BY NANY (my dad's ex) AND / OR UR FATHER JUST TO BE AGAINST EACHOTHER, HAVE U EVER THOUGHT THAT U R EASY TO BELIEVE ANYTHING THAT IS SAID TO U, HAVE U EVER THOUGHT THAT EVEN THOUGH WE ARE THE WAY WE ARE ALL WE WANTED WAS THE BEST FOR U, HAVE U EVER THOGHT THAT U R FATHER IS LIEYING TO U JUST FOR U TO BELIEVE THAT HE IS THE GOOD PERSON OR THAT HE IS BUYING UR LOVE? THAT IS A LOT OF THINGS TO THINK ABOUT,HAVE U EVER THOUGHT ABOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF UR MAN USING U AS A SHIELD JUST TO COVER HIS ASS NOT TO BE KILLED BY HIS PEOPLE, OR HAVE U EVER THOUGHT ABOUT HIM MAKING UP EXCUSES NOT TO BE WITH U, HAVE U THOUGHT ABOUT THE PSSIBILITY OF HIM CHEATING ON U WILL HE IS IN FLORIDA STUPID HIM IF HE IS GOING TO TELL U THAT.WELL JUST GIVING A LITTLE ADVICE ON MY BEHALF."STAY PUT AND DON'T FUCK UP MORE THAN HE ALREADY HAVE" IF HE REALLY LOVES U AND I MEAN LOVES U HE HAS A PROBABILITY OF SUCCEIDING. ON THAT NOTE I LEAVE U REMEMBER I WIL ALWAYS LOVE U AND THE BABY. AND MAKE SURE THAT U ALWAYS ARE AWARE OF EVERYTHING UR FATHER DOES BECAUSE PRETTY SOON HE IS GOING TO START SHOWING U HIS TRUE COLORS NOBODY KNOWS BETTER THAN ME. GOOD LUCK GOD BLESS U AND THE BABY, AND WE WIL BE SEEING EACH OTHER MAYBE ON OUR NEXT LIVE, IF THERE IS ONE. DO NOT REPLY TO THIS MASSEGE, JUST THINK ABOUT IT.
LOVE
MISHEL
Nice grammer huh? She was trying to manipulate me into believing her, and trying to play the victim LIKE ALWAYS. And the "conspiracy to murder for hire"?!?!?! LMFAO! I didn't hear, nor read anything wrong in the message Canito left them. And wtf does my dad or me have to do with what he said? She was trying to make me shit in my pants, but she got the complete opposite, I laughed my ass off while reading this. It was she and her husband who threatened US. Plus, if I ever wanted to put him in jail, or her, man do I have witnesses. Everyone on the block, my friends, my family. Whomever knew them, is a witness. And they would go to jail in a heartbeat.
I also talked to my sister a few days ago, as well as my aunt yesterday, and they told me things about my mother and that mother fucker that I didn't even know. Just like that mother fucker threatened to kill my sister if she ever showed up at my mom's house, again. Not even my sister knows why my mom and her stopped talking. Best believe that it was that mother fucker's fault. I'll explain further, and what happened in the conversation I had with my aunt, in my next post. Which is going to be right after I post this one! I just feel that nice today!
Have a good weekend love's!
Have a good weekend love's!
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