My mom and I always had a weird relationship. We would go from best friends, to her betraying me for her husband. When her husband called me a slut, she would defend me, but always try to do it in a sweet manor, so she wouldn't upset him. One day, she got fed up with him calling me a slut, but he didn't like it. He called me to their room, to tell me I needed to finish school. I was in college by that time. Come on. A 17 year-old drop-out, but IN COLLEGE! I was getting my GED, and an associates degree in business. Just because I had guy friends, he found that as a reason to call me a slut. (I stopped going to school in April, because the commute was a bitch. I lived in the Bronx, and my college was in Queens. More than an hour to go, and more than an hour to come back.)
After I started dating Canito, my mother and her husband started with the rumor that they saw him sniffing cocaine with his cousin in the back. I lived in a fourth-floor walk-up. The backyard belonged to the people in the basement. His cousin was the "super", which in NY, means he cleans the buildings, and does repairs, etc. He doesn't own them, he just does all the handy work. Canito was living with them. The backyard was visible from our kitchen window. I was still attending college at the time, so of course I wasn't there to witness this incident. There would have been nothing to witness anyways, becuase it wasn't true. That was the very first rumor they told me (i had forgotten about this one). The following day, I asked Canito if he did anything else besides smoke pot, and he said no. I believed him. I trusted him.
The next rumor was on my birthday, which I wrote about in my last post. The Asshole supposedly saw Canito hugging the girl from 3B (we lived in 4A) putting his hand down her pants, and giving her a kiss on the lips. ON MY BIRTHDAY!!! I asked him about it, and he said:
WHAT?!?!?
me: that's what [The Asshole] said.
him: that's not true. i don't even talk to that girl!
me: do you keep your promises?
him: yes.
me: can you promise me that it isn't true?
him: i promise that it isn't true.
me: ok. i believe you.
him: do you want to go ask her? come on. let's go ask her.
me: no. it's ok. i believe you. i'm just mad, cuz why would they want to say that? they're trying to screw up what we have.
(that same day after it turned 12am and it was officially my bday, canito asked me to be his girlfriend. he had asked me before, but i had a bf at the time. then after that bf cheated on me, i told him i needed time, but we could still mess around. i just wanted to wait to be his gf. all of this, my mom didn't know. i didn't want her to.)
him: i can't come up here anymore. i'm just gonna wanna punch him in the fucking face.
me: can i go downstairs?
him: let me ask.
me: ok.
We continued on with the festivities. The Asshole didn't want to come out of his hole to sing me "Happy Birthday", because he was "mad at [Canito]". He didn't look at Canito when he came out, nor did Canito look at him. My mom didn't know I told Canito that it was her husband who said that. She didn't want me to. I told him, because I wanted to. The Asshole had done tooo much to me, for me not to snitch on him. That same night was the night Canito and I had anal sex for the first time.
The following day, I had just woken up, when my mom comes to me and says:
he's doing it behind your back.
me: doing what?
her: he was just in front of the corner store with that girl, and [The Super] was with him. The Super was kissing the girl's mom, and Canito was kissing the girl.
me: its ok. we're only friends. he can do whatever he wants.
(again, my mom didn't know we were already bf and gf. she thought we were "just friends".)
her: yeah. this time i saw them.
me: ok.
I go to brush my teeth, and when I come out, The Asshole comes to me, and says:
i'm not lieing to you. you know i don't lie. we both saw him. he's no good for you. (he does the cross sign, you know..The Father, The Son, The Holy Spirit, to show me that he's swearing that he's not lieing.)
me: i know. its ok tho. we're only friends. he can do whatever he wants.
I go to my room, and I had an idea. It had only been like 5 minutes since they told me, but I knock on my mom's door and ask The Asshole:
are they still there?
him: no they left already.
me: ok.
I wait. Later on in the day, I go to Canito's house, and tell him about the events in my day. He was just shell-shocked. I actually laugh. My mom and her husband were really trying to fuck up my life. We get over it, and I tell him that I'd like to smoke with him. We did. We layed down after that, and he fell asleep holding me ♥.
About a week later, my mom asked me why Canito wasn't coming upstairs anymore. I told her I didn't know. Canito and I weren't seeing each other that often, because The Super's wife didn't want me downstairs, just in case I got pregnant. By that point, I was already 2 weeks, only I didn't know it.
He started coming upstairs again, only not as often. Canito was giving The Asshole very dirty looks. The Asshole would get mad, and talk shit. He was all talk, and no action. Except with females of course, or with people who couldn't defend themselves. I would play stupid, and say I didn't know why. hehe.
Since at the time I didn't know much spanish, we would have to use my mom as a translator. One day, he said he had a son. My mom pulled me aside, and said:
he has a son!
me: ok.
He brought a picture upstairs with him, and I looked at him, and I saw him kissing the picture. (awww!) Of course, my mom didn't want me to be involved with him. Because he has son! SO WHAT?!?! She would look for everything and anything to complain about to me, just so I wouldn't get involved with him. (this was before my birthday...when i found out he had a son.) It didn't bother me in the slightest. I LOVE kids! Everyone who knew me knew that I wanted to have a kid by the time I turned 18. (i know it's young, but i wanted a baby.)
OMG. There was this one time, where my mom told my brother that she could predict his future! LMAOOO!!!! She said that she saw him still living with her in 5 years.
me: what about me?!?!
her: (looks up like if she was thinking, or trying to predict my future! lmao!) i see you with a baby. but not with him (points downstairs towards the basement, and she said him in a disgusted tone.) i also see you as a work-a-holic like i was.
me: am i still with the baby's father?
her: (looks up again) no.
I rolled me eyes inwards. I wasn't waiting 5 years! And boy did I prove her wrong!! HAHAHAHA! And damn! She really did not want me with Canito!
I had this one "friend"...I'll call him Navy Boy. I met him in 2005. We would fool around once in a while, or whenever it was convenient for him. When I broke my leg in 2006, Navy Boy was going to come over to my house. (Emphasis on the word was.) He stood me up to have sex with his ex-girlfriend. My mom was mad. But that didn't stop her from pushing me at him. He was in the navy, had a car, a house in Virginia. What more could she want for me? She wanted a guy for me with money. I don't care about the money. I want to be happy. Money doesn't buy happiness. My cerfew was probably in between 8 and 9. If I would go out with him, it was 12am. Navy Boy and I tried to have a relationship in 2007, but I was in Texas on vacation. When I got back, he was out at sea, and it had been over 2 months since I had sex. I was horny, and..... I'll get to that on another post!
So anyways, you can see the difference between Canito and Navy Boy. My mom hated (and probably still does hate) Canito, but she wanted me to be with Navy Boy. And so, they just kept on with the rumors.
Canito and I had talked about getting pregnant. He wanted a baby, and so did I. We agreed for him to keep cumming inside me to see what happens. I got my period right before I left to PR, so we thought that I wasn't pregnant. After I found out I was pregnant, I went crazy looking for a job, and Canito got a job, too. I was at work, when my mom said that Canito was flirting with his best friend's wife. The Asshole was on the roof, and he saw it happening. I talked to another neighbor who lived in 2B, and she said it was bullshit. She was sitting at her fire-escape window, and he was talking with his friend all day. I told my mom about it, and she said, "his paranoia is acting up" (about the asshole). What an excuse, huh?!?!?!
On another occasion, they blamed me for a rumor involving the girl's mom from 3B, and her baby. My mom said that her baby was The Super's. I told the baby's daddy's friend what they said. Not that it was true. I only told him the rumor that they told me. That became a huge thing, where 3B's brother went to my house while I was working, and my mom said that it wasn't them, and 3B wanted to hit me, because they thought that I said it. Canito and I talked about it, and I told him that it wasn't me. It was my mom who said it, and they blamed it on me.
When I get home from work, my mom starts yelling at me. Yelling at me so bad, that the people downstairs heard her. Over the music that was being played in the basement. Telling me that it was them who started those rumors; they wanted me in trouble; I was never in trouble untill Canito came along; and that they didn't want me hanging out with him anymore. The Asshole was saying that if they keep getting me into trouble, that he was going to fuck them up, that he was tired of the bullshit, and he didn't want our names in anybody's mouth anymore. Also, that if another rumor came up, that he was going to fuck him (Canito) up. (in my mind i kept saying yeah right. your all mouth mother fucker) I was biting the inside of my mouth, and The Asshole says:
how come your doing that?
He actually got closer to me like if he was going to hit me for biting the inside of my mouth! (wouldn't be the first time)
my mom: (holds out her hand to hold him back) she's just nervous.
the asshole: oh ok.
In my mind, I was saying, "Yeah. Please hit me you mother fucker. I want you to hit me, so I could put you in jail for the rest of your life, for hitting someone who's pregnant."
That arguement kept on for quite some time, and I told them that I wasn't going to stop hanging out with Canito. Then I played them at their own game, telling them that I was going to "use" Canito, so I could get information out of him. Also, that I was going to stay over at his house, and he was going to sleep on the couch, but only so I could get more information out of him (yeah, right). I already knew the truth, and they were actually telling me something else! They thought I was still that naive little girl, whom they could keep on manipulating. They got played at their own game!
That same day I was going to tell her I was pregnant, but decided against it. I was sitting on the fire-escape, when The Super invited me downstairs to join them in the festivities.
Canito told me he heard what was going on, and I told him that they were probably watching from the window, and he kept hugging me, and kissing me, and being very affectionate. I loved it! Especially knowing that they were mad! I played them at their own game. Only I played a hell of a lot better!
I stayed at Canito's house. The Super already knew. and thought that I might be pregnant, because Canito and I stood quiet about the pregnancy for a while.
Sidenote: After all the rumors started, The Super actually told Canito to get my pregnant(!) so my mom and her husband would leave us the fuck alone. We already knew, but Canito said he didn't know if that was a good idea.
The Super's wife and I were cool, so the day after the festivities, or barbecue, she gave me a pregnancy test. She and I had talked about it before-hand. Canito had gone with The Super to clean the buildings, and get us breakfast, so she and I started talking. She was about 4-5 months pregnant at the time, as well. She asked me what I was going to do, and I told her I was going to keep it, even though that my mom might kick me out. She then told me that she'd let me stay with them.
Obviously the test came out positive. I already knew! Later on in the day, we were watching Iron Man on DVD, and The Super said that I needed to tell my mom. I didn't want to. I was scared.
Was she going to hit me? No she wouldn't hit me. I was pregnant. Or would she? Would she kick me out? I don't care. I already have a place to stay. And I wasn't having an abortion. (more details on that in my next post.)
Next Posts: How my mom reacted when I told her I was pregnant. (dundundun!!!)
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