Family Legacy

I’ve been in Saint Lucia living with my family for almost ten months I’ve learned a lot about my family that most don’t learn in a year. My brother in-law is a womanizer who believes a woman is easily disposed of. He wanted to move his new girlfriend in, my mother in-law told me how his girlfriend Ashley he moved in. There had been so much stress and tension because of Derek’s anger issues.

I can remember my husband speaking of he having her in a choke hold while she is in tears begging for her to stay. This girl has no self-respect she stays with a man who will abuse her.

As I listen and observe them, I came to this conclusion that is a family.

Who am I to judge Charlotte, when at her age I have done the same stupid thing? Yes, I did. I was so stupid thinking like she did at her age. Now he is coming back home, and something tells me I don’t think I will like him.

This guy is so fake, he doesn’t take care of his own son. He disrespects his parents, his own mother threatening to take away her pretty much son away from her.

As I write this, I learned something this should be a drama a series of books. Surrounded around this family. Maybe the psychological thriller I am working on Rose of My Heart could be based on my husband and I but surrounded around his family. I could change the names around the whole storyline around.

My husband spoke to me saying that I need to remember when writing a story in romance it’s okay to write about love, and sex but without tension and a plot mind as well be porno I am writing about.

I feel so lost at times when I write you know. It’s been so long that I could just bare my soul when I do this.

I think when I went back to my country this last time, I lost the thrill of just writing. I lost so much every time I went back to my hometown. I also think I used the wrote font that just didn’t make the story pop for me. Times New Roman font it’s so boring for me. It just doesn’t catch my eye. I think this font is officially my favourite.

My family legacy depending which of the branch you are talking about on the family tree. There are a lot of hard truths about every person.

I just learned a lot of hard truths right now, my mother in-law got vex at my husband for not share our bread. When she never shares her stuff with us. Then again, she never would share with us.

I think it bothers me, when I don’t have a say in how I feel. I feel like I don’t anymore. Like my feelings or thoughts don’t matter.

I wish I wasn’t white, because in every man on this island if you are white, you have money and a lot of it. I don’t know if I will ever understand these customs.

They say miserable people live longer than positive people. I never understood this. Until now, I think miserable people are meant to stronger, and be road blocks to us.

I’ve been called so many names, all except for a white girl. I just don’t understand how anyone could do that to their own family.

I feel left out when they speak creole in front of me to make me feel excluded. Being observant it’s annoying at times. It was like that for me when I lived in my hometown felt as though no one cared.

Think is when you want to feel left out never say how you feel to them. Because they will use it against you.