BGOL TRUE confessions
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man i hope you found a great woman to help you. much respect....thank you ladytee, i feel the same about you. i hope he does. i'm not gonna give up or take it out on the kids though. i already love em and they look to me as a dad already...which is crazy to me. from single..to single dad or step dad or whatever i am with 3 school age children.
still surreal
thank you man
thank you sir
thank you man
hakyu sr
im sorry to read that man i'd never abuse them in any way. mentally or physically. i was fortunate enough to have my own place and big enough to house em so now they have their own rooms. i had to give up my lil mini studio/office but that's fine. i don't really look at it like im missing out on anything i guess its just a shock that the family that claims to be so close didn't step up
we went down to diego for christmas and we all hopped in the car and went on the road they had so much fun looking at everything and seeing the ocean and stuff. when we got there nobody in the family even mentioned or said thank you for taking in 3 kids... while you're single. i mean it was just shocking. and come to find out that i have power of attorney over most of my fam.. so if someone has a battle with anything and any medical decision, im the one who's gonna have to deal with it. i went through it with my father..now my cousin and in the future who knows. just a lot to take in. sure i had plans and steps i was going to take but the kids are too important to the whole family to let them be in that system. i know they'd wonder what was wrong with them when nothing was wrong with them just their adult family members. i never say an ill word about any of my family. i never cussed them out or put any type of negativity in their heads. the kids just lost their mom and the little girl that i now have is taking it harder than the two boys. she was fine during christmas but before and on the way home she was visibly upset.
i'm gonna try and bring them up right and prepare them for life. they'll always feel loved cause that's what i'm gonna do. i guess im meant to be their parent but like i said its still surreal. from 0 and a bachelor to 3 kids aged 3, 6, 8 in my custody.
i got this though i wont let any of the 4 of us fail.
might make some parenting help threads though so if you have advice PLEASE give it. least their potty trained!
True Story #2: Deja
NOTE: This will sound like I'm writing a story, but this shit really happened...
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This was the next to the last woman that I met on 'teledate'. The very last woman I met ended up being my girlfriend of a year or so, with whom I moved to LA. That's another story.
I was in my third year at HU. I lived in a duplex with one of my best friends and a female room mate, and our place was spitting distance from campus. My entire crew was thriving socially. Even the homie roommate that didn't go to college seemed to be dong well. He'd tell me about how he and our lady room mate would have their midnight rendezvous on the regular.
Somehow, though, this social success was skipping me, and that tore me up.
So I met this chick on teledate who called herself Deja. For a guy in my situation, she seemed like a fantasy right out of a noir novel. She was a 'stripper' trying to get out of the game. She'd only met bad guys and had 'never talked to anybody like me before'. One conversation became two, and two became ten. Before you knew it, we were talking every night. When I came back from class, It was exciting to get those voice mails with, "I miss you" and, "Call me back, boo...", and blah, blah, blah.
Basically, simp bait.
Every time I wanted to meet, she had an excuse. "I've got to work late tonight", or "they wanted me to dance at club XXX but now I've got to dance at club YYY across town." This is difficult, when both of you rely on public transportation and me, on a measly undergrad budget, needed to schedule meetings and transportation with extreme financial prejudice.
For the first month, this was okay with me. It satisfied a fantasy. Every night we spoke on the phone, we seemed more connected. Shit, we even fucked around on the phone. It was all part of the illusion, and from my years of dealing with phone-chicks, I knew exactly what to say and how to say it such that I was Denzel on the tele. That's all mattered.
During month two, I started to get antsy. The fellas were looking at me funny because I was treating this invisible chick like my lady. When cats were going out on dates, I'd skip out because I'd tell them that I had my own 'date', a meeting with a girl I spoke most enthusiastically about where our face-to-face meeting was always, "tomorrow, man. I'm tellin' you...tomorrow."
The irony is that all lies have a morsel of truth. I knew her telephone number, and she'd even given me her Bowie address once. At one point, Her birthday came. I was feeling romantic, and I wanted to surprise her. I'd managed a ride from my room mate and we went out with some bullshit present that I'd bought, but she wasn't home. I left it at the door, and the next day I got a call thanking me for it, so I knew that the address was real.
During Month THREE is when, as Chinua Achebe said, "Things Fall Apart". I was tired of the games and tired of the runaround, and she could sense it. Her promises of meeting up became more and more pleading. I started to believe her less an less. Her lies were confusing. My thinking was, "if she was playing me, why go on for this long? Why do we talk all the time, and what was the gain?" I started to let my emotional side go, and let my analytical mind kick in for the first time. Maybe she was sincere and I had really bad luck...
...but it was highly unlikely.
It was when she set up our last date that i decided to call her bluff. We spoke, and she said that she wanted me to catch the last train out to New Carrolton (a good hike from HU by train), then catch the last bus - a rural county bus - which would take me to a shopping complex near her house in Bowie. She'd meet me there and pick me up.
So I said, Fuck it. Whatever happens, I just wanted to test her character. At that point, that was all that mattered to me.
So I went. As the sun started going down in those summer hours, during that long ride I realized that I was putting a lot of faith in this person.
The shopping complex was thinning out, and I waited at the meeting point at the pay phone by the Taco Bell. I called, and she said she was waiting on her ride and she'd be by to pick me up shortly. One hour passed, then two. By this time, the entire place was deserted save for the occasional person going to the gas station across the street.
By midnight, I knew that she wasn't coming. We spoke on the phone, and she told me that she'd be there soon. By this time, I called my roommate to tell him the story, and he offered to come get me. Every hour, I'd call on the payphone with an update, and he'd offer to come out and I'd decline. I wanted to see this through. I needed to know if this chick that I spoke to for three months would really leave me sitting out here all night long at a fuckin' pay phone
By 1am, she was just like, "Go with your friend", and I'm like, "no, I want to really see what you're going to do." You see, I *had* to see what she was going to do. This was my first lesson out of naivety. Until this point, I didn't really realize what some people were capable of. It was then that I got my first lesson that some people really just don't give a fuck. It was a defining moment for me, my first REAL life college lesson.
I sat on that corner until the sun came up.
I caught the first bus back home, and, newly resolved, made my decision.
Deja called several times apologizing profusely, and I played along. We continued as if nothing happened. I'd already decided what i was going to do that weekend.
I borrowed a friend's car, but didn't tell her immediately. During the week, I purchased a cell phone, and got her comfortable with the transition of talking on that as opposed to the land line.
We'd made plans to talk that evening, but my plans were to drive out to the address that I'd been sitting on for months. Back then, I was a big comic book junkie, and brought a comic to read just in case I'd be out there a while. I remembered that her nephew liked comics, and in case I met him, I wanted to have something to give him.
She called me when I was in route, and I told her that I was going to buy groceries. She bought it, and carried on business as usual. By the time I made it to the dirt road leading to her 'neighborhood', I remember seeing a car pass by and I hoped that it wasn't her and her people. Her area, back then, was in the nascent stages of development when communities were being forced from rural simplicity to the Americana cut-n-pastes that they are today, so it was uncommon for two cars on roads like these to pass each other.
They didn't pause, and neither did I, though. I kept my eyes straight on the road, praying that they didn't see me.
When i pulled up in front of her house, I dialed her number. Her easy mirth plunged to shock when i told her that I was parked in front of her place. She was furious, and the words just tumbled out, "Why didn't you tell me you was coming?? You can't just show up! I ain't even there right now! I'm gone! I won't be back for hours."
It didn't matter, though. I was resolved. I just parked and told her that I'd wait. After about two hours, I knocked on the door and an older woman answered. I politely told her my name and my business there. She didn't recognize the name Deja at first, but she paused, drew in a breath, then started biting her lip. After a moment, she new what was going on. She called to a man in the house and said that somebody's here for (I can't remember her real name) "Shaneka". When the older man came to the door, he looked at me for a long time, listened to my story, realized that I was straight, and invited me inside.
The three of us sat at a dinner table in an uncomfortable silence. The woman, who I learned was her mother, offered me a drink. The father sat there, looking back and forth between the two of us, then told me that I needed to be prepared to deal with the fact that the girl I called Deja is a liar and that I needed to be ready for some disappointment.
Mind you, I didn't care if this girl looked like a model 10 at this point. I just wanted closure. I wanted to see this chick that had usurped three months of my life, face-to-face.
As told by them, she'd had multiple phones and amused herself with the phone lines. I looked on the wall and saw, just like she said, a wall mounted phone on the dining room wall. Below it was another phone resting on some odd table, undoubtedly one of the many phones to go with the one that Deja spoke to me on those late nights in her bedroom. The mother continued, saying that things like this had happened with her before, but never to this extent.
For what felt like an eternity, we sat waiting at that table until we heard a car pull up at the rear of the house, doors open, and several people make way to the back door.
The first one through was the nephew. I'd never seen him before, but as soon as the youngin' saw me, he looked at me, looked to the mom and dad, said, "Uh oh", and knowing the deal...shuffled off, stage left.
Bad sign.
Next came Deja. She was big. I mean REALLY big. Like 300lbs big. My face was blank. Nothing, at this point, surprised me anymore. The mother lowered her head and, i shit you not, the father actually SMILED and said, "Shaneka, this young man is here to see you."
Deja shock turned to anger, then righteous indignation. The profanity poured, and I was more shocked that she used that language in front of her family than at the fact that it was directed towards me. "You can't come to my fucking house! Fuck you! Fuck you!"
She sat down at the end of the table, the father sat, the mom went off somewhere else in the house. I never saw her again. The little nephew was off somewhere in my peripheral, smiling and laughing, but never bold enough to come to the table.
When she'd exhausted herself, Deja's furry turned to tears, then pleas, "I didn't mean to lie to you. I was gonna tell you but I didn't know what to say!" I caught feelings for you and...blah, blah, blah..."
The whole time, I didn't say a word. I just looked at her, then looked into myself, angry that I'd allowed my own weakness and solitude to bring me to this place at that moment. When she finished, she looked at me and asked me, "Aren't you gonna SAY something?".
I didn't think that there was anything to say. I waited there for a long moment. It was the nephew that I noticed more than anything else. I just didn't feel ANYTHING, except the nephew made me smile. I don't know what it was. I just saw a little geek kid caught up in all this drama, and I remembered that i had that damn comic book in my hand.
I stood up and told Deja that I wasn't angry. I told her that none of it mattered. As the father escorted me to the door, I stopped and gave that kid my comic. He smiled, and for some reason, that stuck with me. Deja was saying something at my back, but I couldn't tell you what the words were. They just faded into the noise of that evening, just like everything else.
I walked to my car, saw Deja, her dad, and her nephew standing at the porch like something out of an old slave movie, got in my car and drove away.
She called a few more times that week, but I never answered, and the calls eventually tapered off.
We never spoke again.
It would be another year before I used Teledate again.
You painted this story so well dude... Great, GREAT post!
DAMN yeah that would fuck me up too...I got chills at the end of that one.
2011 just started
Summer of 94 I am in the 8th grade and we just got out of school for the summer. I am trying to get with this cute girl my same age. This one cat that lived around the same area kept cock blocking. He was 17 years old in the 9th grade (fucking dumbass) but he kept trying to talk to her showing his license. Nigga could pass his driver's test but not the 9th grade 
Anyway I don't want this nigga fucking up my chance to get with this girl. So I get the idea to get this dude in trouble. Back then you could call the cable company and order the playboy channel and all you had to do in order to watch it was enter your phone number. I get the phonebook out and look up his last name and adress and get his phone number. I call the cable company number and order playboy it was like $8 for 4 hours. I called that shit every night for a month using his phone number.
His mom got that cable bill and whupped his ass right in front of everybody outside. That nigga was inside the house the whole summer on punishment. So now it's wide open for me to get at the girl right. Wrong I left out the part where I called and ordered the playboy channel for my house too. Dad got that shit and put me on punishment for the entire summer too.
I had saved a little bit of money by the end of the summer and asked my dad to run me by McDonalds. He laughed and brought up the playboy bill and took my money. Never got the girl she ended up hooking up with this other cat who got her pregnant that summer. I guess I dodged one, that could have easily been me.
Anyway I don't want this nigga fucking up my chance to get with this girl. So I get the idea to get this dude in trouble. Back then you could call the cable company and order the playboy channel and all you had to do in order to watch it was enter your phone number. I get the phonebook out and look up his last name and adress and get his phone number. I call the cable company number and order playboy it was like $8 for 4 hours. I called that shit every night for a month using his phone number.
His mom got that cable bill and whupped his ass right in front of everybody outside. That nigga was inside the house the whole summer on punishment. So now it's wide open for me to get at the girl right. Wrong I left out the part where I called and ordered the playboy channel for my house too. Dad got that shit and put me on punishment for the entire summer too.
I had saved a little bit of money by the end of the summer and asked my dad to run me by McDonalds. He laughed and brought up the playboy bill and took my money. Never got the girl she ended up hooking up with this other cat who got her pregnant that summer. I guess I dodged one, that could have easily been me.
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Bills and RoadRage,
My heart goes out to ya'll and I respect ya'll for what you have done / did. I'm glad ya'll don't have no real ill though. If your heart is in the right place it will show when the time is right.
My heart goes out to ya'll and I respect ya'll for what you have done / did. I'm glad ya'll don't have no real ill though. If your heart is in the right place it will show when the time is right.
i got one...not REALLY my confession...but any way...
back in '95 or so i was a manger for Disney Distribution. one of the guys who worked for me was also a former cable installer. so if i knew someone who needed to get their cable hooked up i'd send him and we'd both make a little side change.
so my boy Daniel needed hsi cable turned on, and back then he lived in waht was a WHITE neighborhood. he was the ONLY Black dude, so you already know what's up.
i sent my boy over there, and Daniel's neighbor across the street, an old white lady, saw him installing cable. this bold bish came out the house and asked ol' boy what he was doing. he told her, she asked him why he wasnt in a cablevision truck. he said it was after hours and got a last minute call.
how bout this heffa called the cable company, which promptly dispatched someone to TURN OFF Daniel's cable a day later and put a LOCK on it.
so the next week i asked him about it and he told me the whole story. one day i went over there and noticed his neighbor's car on four flats.
Daniel copped to it IMMEDIATELY. he then ran down his plan, he would throw bleach in her garden, cut her power lines, etc. this shit was going on for MONTHS. Daniel was VERY good at it, never got caught, told me you dont FUCK with him and get away with it.
so about a year later i asked if he was still at it. Daniel was real quick to tell me no. he seemed a little thrown off and bothered by my question. i asked him if his conscious finally got to him and he stopped. he said no...actually....
...the lady DIED.
i'm like Daniel...you TORTURED that old lady to death? he said: what i did was incidental. she was old.
well, i guess he was right. you DON'T fuck with Daniel.
back in '95 or so i was a manger for Disney Distribution. one of the guys who worked for me was also a former cable installer. so if i knew someone who needed to get their cable hooked up i'd send him and we'd both make a little side change.
so my boy Daniel needed hsi cable turned on, and back then he lived in waht was a WHITE neighborhood. he was the ONLY Black dude, so you already know what's up.
i sent my boy over there, and Daniel's neighbor across the street, an old white lady, saw him installing cable. this bold bish came out the house and asked ol' boy what he was doing. he told her, she asked him why he wasnt in a cablevision truck. he said it was after hours and got a last minute call.
how bout this heffa called the cable company, which promptly dispatched someone to TURN OFF Daniel's cable a day later and put a LOCK on it.
so the next week i asked him about it and he told me the whole story. one day i went over there and noticed his neighbor's car on four flats.
Daniel copped to it IMMEDIATELY. he then ran down his plan, he would throw bleach in her garden, cut her power lines, etc. this shit was going on for MONTHS. Daniel was VERY good at it, never got caught, told me you dont FUCK with him and get away with it.
so about a year later i asked if he was still at it. Daniel was real quick to tell me no. he seemed a little thrown off and bothered by my question. i asked him if his conscious finally got to him and he stopped. he said no...actually....
...the lady DIED.
i'm like Daniel...you TORTURED that old lady to death? he said: what i did was incidental. she was old.
well, i guess he was right. you DON'T fuck with Daniel.
^^^^ Hell no you don't fuck with Daniel
Hell no you don't fuck with Daniel
i got one...not REALLY my confession...but any way...
back in '95 or so i was a manger for Disney Distribution. one of the guys who worked for me was also a former cable installer. so if i knew someone who needed to get their cable hooked up i'd send him and we'd both make a little side change.
so my boy Daniel needed hsi cable turned on, and back then he lived in waht was a WHITE neighborhood. he was the ONLY Black dude, so you already know what's up.
i sent my boy over there, and Daniel's neighbor across the street, an old white lady, saw him installing cable. this bold bish came out the house and asked ol' boy what he was doing. he told her, she asked him why he wasnt in a cablevision truck. he said it was after hours and got a last minute call.
how bout this heffa called the cable company, which promptly dispatched someone to TURN OFF Daniel's cable a day later and put a LOCK on it.
so the next week i asked him about it and he told me the whole story. one day i went over there and noticed his neighbor's car on four flats.
Daniel copped to it IMMEDIATELY. he then ran down his plan, he would throw bleach in her garden, cut her power lines, etc. this shit was going on for MONTHS. Daniel was VERY good at it, never got caught, told me you dont FUCK with him and get away with it.
so about a year later i asked if he was still at it. Daniel was real quick to tell me no. he seemed a little thrown off and bothered by my question. i asked him if his conscious finally got to him and he stopped. he said no...actually....
...the lady DIED.
i'm like Daniel...you TORTURED that old lady to death? he said: what i did was incidental. she was old.
well, i guess he was right. you DON'T fuck with Daniel.
damn....
I like that one, I'm a very revengeful person although I've been retired for quite awhile.
True Confession...
I worked at a bank back in 2001. It was a new and upcoming bank from Albany so this was the first branch in this area. Eventually I was hired as a teller....along with 2 other tellers...a head teller, a branch manager and a branch assistant manager..( 6 people total ). Anyway....The head teller was a girl and a real bitch. the BM ( branch manager was a white dude) was mad cool as well as the ASM ( assistant branch mgr...Haitian guy). The other 2 tellers were men...another Haitian and a white guy. So basically me and the head teller were the only 2 females...i guess i thought me and the girl would be cool just bc of that BUT that was not the case at all. The head teller, branch mgr and assistant branch mgr were the only people with the keys to the bank and vault.
So months into us working there...the head teller and I became cordial...we would go out and drink and stuff. she had a man and so did i....which we both lived with. Sometimes she would come in crying ( at 8 am?!?!) or her mans mom would call and they would be arguing on the phone at work
smh....eventually one day she came in with a black eye and scratches on her arms and face......she eventually told me what happened....so as a friend i offered her a place to stay....yes with me and my current man...all was really good but of course she went back bc she loved him and believed he would stop hitting her etc.
She went back and i was soooooo mad at her!
she had no ties to this man ( she had a 5 yr old with another dude) so i couldn't understand why she wanted to stay...anyway...he continued to beat on her....
One day...we both arrived at the bank at the at the same time....and we parked right next to each other...she was late and so was i. she rushed out her car and proceeded to the bank door to open the bank up. As i get out of my car i noticed keys on the floor..realizing it was the bank keys i quickly threw them into my car. and then proceeded to the banks front door. As i arrived she searched her pocket book for the keys. She poured out her bag on the curb to find them...as this was happening the branch manager arrived with his keys and opened the door for all of us.
by 3pm that day she was fired for loosing the keys. I was next in line so i got her position and the raise that came with it.
.....maybe if she was such a stupid lame bitch i would have been like " oh..u dropped your keys!"
at the moment ..i didnt feel bad...but its been years and i feel bad now..especially since she currently still hits me up from time to time
I worked at a bank back in 2001. It was a new and upcoming bank from Albany so this was the first branch in this area. Eventually I was hired as a teller....along with 2 other tellers...a head teller, a branch manager and a branch assistant manager..( 6 people total ). Anyway....The head teller was a girl and a real bitch. the BM ( branch manager was a white dude) was mad cool as well as the ASM ( assistant branch mgr...Haitian guy). The other 2 tellers were men...another Haitian and a white guy. So basically me and the head teller were the only 2 females...i guess i thought me and the girl would be cool just bc of that BUT that was not the case at all. The head teller, branch mgr and assistant branch mgr were the only people with the keys to the bank and vault.
So months into us working there...the head teller and I became cordial...we would go out and drink and stuff. she had a man and so did i....which we both lived with. Sometimes she would come in crying ( at 8 am?!?!) or her mans mom would call and they would be arguing on the phone at work
smh....eventually one day she came in with a black eye and scratches on her arms and face......she eventually told me what happened....so as a friend i offered her a place to stay....yes with me and my current man...all was really good but of course she went back bc she loved him and believed he would stop hitting her etc.She went back and i was soooooo mad at her!
she had no ties to this man ( she had a 5 yr old with another dude) so i couldn't understand why she wanted to stay...anyway...he continued to beat on her....One day...we both arrived at the bank at the at the same time....and we parked right next to each other...she was late and so was i. she rushed out her car and proceeded to the bank door to open the bank up. As i get out of my car i noticed keys on the floor..realizing it was the bank keys i quickly threw them into my car. and then proceeded to the banks front door. As i arrived she searched her pocket book for the keys. She poured out her bag on the curb to find them...as this was happening the branch manager arrived with his keys and opened the door for all of us.
by 3pm that day she was fired for loosing the keys. I was next in line so i got her position and the raise that came with it.
.....maybe if she was such a stupid lame bitch i would have been like " oh..u dropped your keys!"at the moment ..i didnt feel bad...but its been years and i feel bad now..especially since she currently still hits me up from time to time
True Confession...
I worked at a bank back in 2001. It was a new and upcoming bank from Albany so this was the first branch in this area. Eventually I was hired as a teller....along with 2 other tellers...a head teller, a branch manager and a branch assistant manager..( 6 people total ). Anyway....The head teller was a girl and a real bitch. the BM ( branch manager was a white dude) was mad cool as well as the ASM ( assistant branch mgr...Haitian guy). The other 2 tellers were men...another Haitian and a white guy. So basically me and the head teller were the only 2 females...i guess i thought me and the girl would be cool just bc of that BUT that was not the case at all. The head teller, branch mgr and assistant branch mgr were the only people with the keys to the bank and vault.
So months into us working there...the head teller and I became cordial...we would go out and drink and stuff. she had a man and so did i....which we both lived with. Sometimes she would come in crying ( at 8 am?!?!) or her mans mom would call and they would be arguing on the phone at work
She went back and i was soooooo mad at her!
One day...we both arrived at the bank at the at the same time....and we parked right next to each other...she was late and so was i. she rushed out her car and proceeded to the bank door to open the bank up. As i get out of my car i noticed keys on the floor..realizing it was the bank keys i quickly threw them into my car. and then proceeded to the banks front door. As i arrived she searched her pocket book for the keys. She poured out her bag on the curb to find them...as this was happening the branch manager arrived with his keys and opened the door for all of us.
by 3pm that day she was fired for loosing the keys. I was next in line so i got her position and the raise that came with it.
at the moment ..i didnt feel bad...but its been years and i feel bad now..especially since she currently still hits me up from time to time
Scandalous
That's fucked up.True Confession...
I worked at a bank back in 2001. It was a new and upcoming bank from Albany so this was the first branch in this area. Eventually I was hired as a teller....along with 2 other tellers...a head teller, a branch manager and a branch assistant manager..( 6 people total ). Anyway....The head teller was a girl and a real bitch. the BM ( branch manager was a white dude) was mad cool as well as the ASM ( assistant branch mgr...Haitian guy). The other 2 tellers were men...another Haitian and a white guy. So basically me and the head teller were the only 2 females...i guess i thought me and the girl would be cool just bc of that BUT that was not the case at all. The head teller, branch mgr and assistant branch mgr were the only people with the keys to the bank and vault.
So months into us working there...the head teller and I became cordial...we would go out and drink and stuff. she had a man and so did i....which we both lived with. Sometimes she would come in crying ( at 8 am?!?!) or her mans mom would call and they would be arguing on the phone at work
She went back and i was soooooo mad at her!
One day...we both arrived at the bank at the at the same time....and we parked right next to each other...she was late and so was i. she rushed out her car and proceeded to the bank door to open the bank up. As i get out of my car i noticed keys on the floor..realizing it was the bank keys i quickly threw them into my car. and then proceeded to the banks front door. As i arrived she searched her pocket book for the keys. She poured out her bag on the curb to find them...as this was happening the branch manager arrived with his keys and opened the door for all of us.
by 3pm that day she was fired for loosing the keys. I was next in line so i got her position and the raise that came with it.
at the moment ..i didnt feel bad...but its been years and i feel bad now..especially since she currently still hits me up from time to time
Shit this thread brings back bad memories...
-CTF
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True Confession...
I worked at a bank back in 2001. It was a new and upcoming bank from Albany so this was the first branch in this area. Eventually I was hired as a teller....along with 2 other tellers...a head teller, a branch manager and a branch assistant manager..( 6 people total ). Anyway....The head teller was a girl and a real bitch. the BM ( branch manager was a white dude) was mad cool as well as the ASM ( assistant branch mgr...Haitian guy). The other 2 tellers were men...another Haitian and a white guy. So basically me and the head teller were the only 2 females...i guess i thought me and the girl would be cool just bc of that BUT that was not the case at all. The head teller, branch mgr and assistant branch mgr were the only people with the keys to the bank and vault.
So months into us working there...the head teller and I became cordial...we would go out and drink and stuff. she had a man and so did i....which we both lived with. Sometimes she would come in crying ( at 8 am?!?!) or her mans mom would call and they would be arguing on the phone at work
She went back and i was soooooo mad at her!
One day...we both arrived at the bank at the at the same time....and we parked right next to each other...she was late and so was i. she rushed out her car and proceeded to the bank door to open the bank up. As i get out of my car i noticed keys on the floor..realizing it was the bank keys i quickly threw them into my car. and then proceeded to the banks front door. As i arrived she searched her pocket book for the keys. She poured out her bag on the curb to find them...as this was happening the branch manager arrived with his keys and opened the door for all of us.
by 3pm that day she was fired for loosing the keys. I was next in line so i got her position and the raise that came with it.
at the moment ..i didnt feel bad...but its been years and i feel bad now..especially since she currently still hits me up from time to time
damn
True Confession...
I worked at a bank back in 2001. It was a new and upcoming bank from Albany so this was the first branch in this area. Eventually I was hired as a teller....along with 2 other tellers...a head teller, a branch manager and a branch assistant manager..( 6 people total ). Anyway....The head teller was a girl and a real bitch. the BM ( branch manager was a white dude) was mad cool as well as the ASM ( assistant branch mgr...Haitian guy). The other 2 tellers were men...another Haitian and a white guy. So basically me and the head teller were the only 2 females...i guess i thought me and the girl would be cool just bc of that BUT that was not the case at all. The head teller, branch mgr and assistant branch mgr were the only people with the keys to the bank and vault.
So months into us working there...the head teller and I became cordial...we would go out and drink and stuff. she had a man and so did i....which we both lived with. Sometimes she would come in crying ( at 8 am?!?!) or her mans mom would call and they would be arguing on the phone at work
She went back and i was soooooo mad at her!
One day...we both arrived at the bank at the at the same time....and we parked right next to each other...she was late and so was i. she rushed out her car and proceeded to the bank door to open the bank up. As i get out of my car i noticed keys on the floor..realizing it was the bank keys i quickly threw them into my car. and then proceeded to the banks front door. As i arrived she searched her pocket book for the keys. She poured out her bag on the curb to find them...as this was happening the branch manager arrived with his keys and opened the door for all of us.
by 3pm that day she was fired for loosing the keys. I was next in line so i got her position and the raise that came with it.
at the moment ..i didnt feel bad...but its been years and i feel bad now..especially since she currently still hits me up from time to time
Karma always comes back..the only way to clear up Negative karma is by doing things to develop Good Karma...if i were you i would be giving food to the homeless, donating to Japan, helping old ladies across the street, nigga volunteering for Meals on Wheels..anything...lol im just sayin that was some scandalous shit
Karma always comes back..the only way to clear up Negative karma is by doing things to develop Good Karma...if i were you i would be giving food to the homeless, donating to Japan, helping old ladies across the street, nigga volunteering for Meals on Wheels..anything...lol im just sayin that was some scandalous shit[/QUOTE]
LOL....true..but in the end...It helped her. She was able to leave that fool and move far far away to be with her real family that actually cares. I even drove her to the airport!
I don't believe in Karma...
LOL....true..but in the end...It helped her. She was able to leave that fool and move far far away to be with her real family that actually cares. I even drove her to the airport!
I don't believe in Karma...
Ok I will keep it going it may be a C.P. alert but back when I was going into high school, I imagine my mother had it in her mind that I better have some real discipline and a male influence in my life so I don't turn bad or something, but I was never that kid and never will be, but i digress so she started hanging with an old flame from back in the day who I guess took it upon himself to be that male influence/disciplinarian, so when I did mess up in school or get a bad grade basically moms would tell him and he would come through and kick a young niggas ass, i guess mom felt not only would it make me tougher but it would keep me in line, well it went down hill it seemed like now everything i did was wrong and i was constantly getting in trouble but i wasn't it wasn't like i was robbing anyone or stealing cars or selling drugs or some shit it was stupid little stuff that I felt like she could have talked to me, it got so bad I just had to leave the house and i did for like a weekend i stayed at a friends house and did not tell her, well i came home and i guess shit kind of changed she kind of stopped dealing with the dude, but not before he took it upon himself to tear up my room to teach me a lesson that my room should always be clean, i smooth wanted to barry bonds that nigga, but he never came around after that,(he should be thankful because to this day if i ever see him im going to dive on him and no one is going to be able to pull me off of him) and me and my mom started talking more but our relationship did not get better until i got in my junior year, funny thing is I only told one girlfriend that I have been with that story and I never told her the full story, me and mom never talk about i guess i forgive her but a part of me was like why would you put me through that you could have just talked to me I was a good kid oh well i guess you live and you learn, i don't blame my mom she was trying to do the right thing just went about it the wrong way
Second confession
their is this girl that I have dated off and on for like years I mean she is a amazing, so we started really dating a year or so after I got to the grad school im at now, man it was pure bliss i loved every minute of it, then shit went down hill im not sure what was the reason, but whatever we broke up, but here is the confession part I swear no matter what i can not get her off my mind I was thinking of her all the time when I was with the girl before her I was thinking of her for the couple girls I have kicked it with after, now I am in the early stages of a relationship and I am still having thoughts of her, although we have hung out and (me and the ex, in case you lost track) we were suppose to hang again but she got busy and now she is trying to hang again but im playing it cool but she is still on my mind not as much as before but that shit is crazy and i feel bad because this new girl is really into me and I am into her but i can't get my ex off my mind
their is this girl that I have dated off and on for like years I mean she is a amazing, so we started really dating a year or so after I got to the grad school im at now, man it was pure bliss i loved every minute of it, then shit went down hill im not sure what was the reason, but whatever we broke up, but here is the confession part I swear no matter what i can not get her off my mind I was thinking of her all the time when I was with the girl before her I was thinking of her for the couple girls I have kicked it with after, now I am in the early stages of a relationship and I am still having thoughts of her, although we have hung out and (me and the ex, in case you lost track) we were suppose to hang again but she got busy and now she is trying to hang again but im playing it cool but she is still on my mind not as much as before but that shit is crazy and i feel bad because this new girl is really into me and I am into her but i can't get my ex off my mind
man, that old gf gets em every time. The one that got away will never leave you mentally. Just gotta build new better more intimate memories. That's the only way I could manage something like that.
oh. my bad. first time I even saw this thread. I deleted my comment. Interesting thread.
I know the thread is old, but you have (had) some real judgmental people in here who have nothing of their own to add (for fear of being judged).
Bump!!!
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Well I'm one of the guys on here that is seen as worthless b/c "I was raised by a woman" yeah I just don't say shit when I see these slick comments in threads but fuck it no biggie. I just feel a lot of you guys don't understand the true relationship a man can have with his mother I feel it is the strongest. What's crazy is I was not raised by my mother or father and feel this way. I don't know what it is but when I see my friends or just random guys/boys out with their mom the shit pisses me off b/c I wanted that so bad, I even want it now.
What made me write this is I found out today that the woman that did raise me my grandma died today. She gave up her life to raise two boys when she was in her late sixties. No education, working shitty jobs and did everything she had to (working from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m.) so my brother and I would not have a story to tell of how broke we were at one time. Always had food and a place to stay.
Now I'm sitting here mad at myself b/c I'm letting mommy issues hurt me more than the death of the greatest woman in my life. Now some of you may be saying what are you on BGOL for? Well I handle death pretty well, i'm just not the crying type and realize people have it worse than me so no need throwing myself a pity party, life goes on.
Now I'm here assed out both mom and grandma dead. Mom died years ago she lived a wild life and it caught up to her so we never got the chance to have that special relationship. Grandma did a good job raising 2 boys into men and proves to me a lot of you suckas don't know shit about a good woman raising a boy or boys by herself. These women are some of the greatest things ever.
Now getting back to my confession yes I will confess that I'm a big ass hater and jealous of all great relationships between mothers and sons.
What made me write this is I found out today that the woman that did raise me my grandma died today. She gave up her life to raise two boys when she was in her late sixties. No education, working shitty jobs and did everything she had to (working from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m.) so my brother and I would not have a story to tell of how broke we were at one time. Always had food and a place to stay.
Now I'm sitting here mad at myself b/c I'm letting mommy issues hurt me more than the death of the greatest woman in my life. Now some of you may be saying what are you on BGOL for? Well I handle death pretty well, i'm just not the crying type and realize people have it worse than me so no need throwing myself a pity party, life goes on.
Now I'm here assed out both mom and grandma dead. Mom died years ago she lived a wild life and it caught up to her so we never got the chance to have that special relationship. Grandma did a good job raising 2 boys into men and proves to me a lot of you suckas don't know shit about a good woman raising a boy or boys by herself. These women are some of the greatest things ever.
Now getting back to my confession yes I will confess that I'm a big ass hater and jealous of all great relationships between mothers and sons.
Well I'm one of the guys on here that is seen as worthless b/c "I was raised by a woman" yeah I just don't say shit when I see these slick comments in threads but fuck it no biggie. I just feel a lot of you guys don't understand the true relationship a man can have with his mother I feel it is the strongest. What's crazy is I was not raised by my mother or father and feel this way. I don't know what it is but when I see my friends or just random guys/boys out with their mom the shit pisses me off b/c I wanted that so bad, I even want it now.
What made me write this is I found out today that the woman that did raise me my grandma died today. She gave up her life to raise two boys when she was in her late sixties. No education, working shitty jobs and did everything she had to (working from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m.) so my brother and I would not have a story to tell of how broke we were at one time. Always had food and a place to stay.
Now I'm sitting here mad at myself b/c I'm letting mommy issues hurt me more than the death of the greatest woman in my life. Now some of you may be saying what are you on BGOL for? Well I handle death pretty well, i'm just not the crying type and realize people have it worse than me so no need throwing myself a pity party, life goes on.
Now I'm here assed out both mom and grandma dead. Mom died years ago she lived a wild life and it caught up to her so we never got the chance to have that special relationship. Grandma did a good job raising 2 boys into men and proves to me a lot of you suckas don't know shit about a good woman raising a boy or boys by herself. These women are some of the greatest things ever.
Now getting back to my confession yes I will confess that I'm a big ass hater and jealous of all great relationships between mothers and sons.
Damn bro sorry to hear about your grandmother's passing. I lost my grandmother 3 months ago and it still pains me daily! Just hold on to the goodtimes man!
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