In turth the hardest MF are the softess MF when alone. I have always been told by street kats men don't show feelings but they quick to lose it behind some woman and do some dumb shit.
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Mental Health: Black Men Are Allowed To Cry. Tyrese Approved
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In turth the hardest MF are the softess MF when alone. I have always been told by street kats men don't show feelings but they quick to lose it behind some woman and do some dumb shit.
Man let me get some shit off my chest... I've had just about as difficult a 2 months as can be imagined. I've been attacked on every getting imaginable:
First was the breakup... the lady I wanted to marry decided that she was unsure about the finality of marriage and settling down, plus she was saddled with new debt and health issues, so she decided to step away from the relationship. I was devastated... I'm still recovering from that and it was over 2 months ago.
Backdoor that with the hurricane in July when I had my kids... 8 days, no power. Then when power was restored I was working my ass off to catch things up at work and had little to no time with the kids.
In the middle of those 2 events I had to move. That's a whole other level of stress i had to deal with. Doing that shit with kids in tow, teenagers or not, is still a lot to deal with.
Then came the big shit.... my daughter snuck her boyfriend into my home while I was at my second job. They didn't do anything, thank goodness, but still she did it and got caught. I was so upset that uncharacteristically yelled at her, and that hurt her. The next day she decided to attempt suicide or a DRUG OD and took 30+ 500mg Tylenol. Luckily she panicked, came to her senses, threw up most of the pills and let us know what she did. 2 days later of hospital stays and arguing with doctors and psychiatrists they finally released her.
Right as I got her settled, there was a quality survey at the job. Did well in they eyes of the person conducting the survey, but there was an issue with inventory accuracy. Of the 40 to 50 locations we checked, 6 were off. That set the customer we do logistics for into a fit, as this was how things started when they found out the previous leader was stealing and selling their product. They instantly had flashbacks and went slap the fuck off.
My boss and I talk the day after, and he asks for my commitment to fix things. I tell him I'm all in. I get to work getting things right, tightening up things at the job and, most importantly, I figure out what caused the issue that screwed the inventory inaccuracies.
I get things going in the right direction, then my boss comes in less than a week after our talk and is like "bad news, I'm terminating you, effective immediately." This asshole had just asked for and got my buy in to get this shit fixed and then does this. I assume that his hand was forced, so I don't even argue I just grab my things and exit quietly. I later find out my assumption was right and that he didn't want to release me, but he was being pressured to show something was being done to shake things up and well, since I was the branch manager I was the first to go.
So here I now sit, recovering from all of these last 2 months. It's a wonder I'm still standing.... because the thought has come to show my daughter the right way to OD and down a mixture of pills and alcohol... but I'm just holding on, man... I want to give up but I just keep pushing. I don't know where it's coming from but I just have this faith that things will be OK... and that's the only thing that is keeping me going.
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First was the breakup... the lady I wanted to marry decided that she was unsure about the finality of marriage and settling down, plus she was saddled with new debt and health issues, so she decided to step away from the relationship. I was devastated... I'm still recovering from that and it was over 2 months ago.
Backdoor that with the hurricane in July when I had my kids... 8 days, no power. Then when power was restored I was working my ass off to catch things up at work and had little to no time with the kids.
In the middle of those 2 events I had to move. That's a whole other level of stress i had to deal with. Doing that shit with kids in tow, teenagers or not, is still a lot to deal with.
Then came the big shit.... my daughter snuck her boyfriend into my home while I was at my second job. They didn't do anything, thank goodness, but still she did it and got caught. I was so upset that uncharacteristically yelled at her, and that hurt her. The next day she decided to attempt suicide or a DRUG OD and took 30+ 500mg Tylenol. Luckily she panicked, came to her senses, threw up most of the pills and let us know what she did. 2 days later of hospital stays and arguing with doctors and psychiatrists they finally released her.
Right as I got her settled, there was a quality survey at the job. Did well in they eyes of the person conducting the survey, but there was an issue with inventory accuracy. Of the 40 to 50 locations we checked, 6 were off. That set the customer we do logistics for into a fit, as this was how things started when they found out the previous leader was stealing and selling their product. They instantly had flashbacks and went slap the fuck off.
My boss and I talk the day after, and he asks for my commitment to fix things. I tell him I'm all in. I get to work getting things right, tightening up things at the job and, most importantly, I figure out what caused the issue that screwed the inventory inaccuracies.
I get things going in the right direction, then my boss comes in less than a week after our talk and is like "bad news, I'm terminating you, effective immediately." This asshole had just asked for and got my buy in to get this shit fixed and then does this. I assume that his hand was forced, so I don't even argue I just grab my things and exit quietly. I later find out my assumption was right and that he didn't want to release me, but he was being pressured to show something was being done to shake things up and well, since I was the branch manager I was the first to go.
So here I now sit, recovering from all of these last 2 months. It's a wonder I'm still standing.... because the thought has come to show my daughter the right way to OD and down a mixture of pills and alcohol... but I'm just holding on, man... I want to give up but I just keep pushing. I don't know where it's coming from but I just have this faith that things will be OK... and that's the only thing that is keeping me going.
Sorry to hear that fam. That sounds like a lot. Did you apologize to your daughter for yelling at her? Will be praying for you and your family.
Yes I did. She's a daddy's girl and a Virgo, which my ex wife says is an astrological sign that is VERY sensitive. I know this to be true for her, as I've never had to spank her growing up... I'd just have a conversation with her, tell her I was disappointed, and she'd literally break down in tears right there.
The apology was so emotional... I think it was the first time she'd ever saw ME cry. I couldn't help it because all I could think was I almost lost my baby girl and my last conversation with her would have been me yelling at her like a maniac.
I'm sorry but apologizing to your daughter after she snuck a man inside your house? Naw man you did nothing wrong.
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