Saturday Was Interesting

Saturday, I ended up going to "E" for poetry night. My 2 younger brothers, my sister, my younger cousin and my two aunts showed up. One of my aunts lives out of town, and stopped in for a visit.

It was so strange getting up to read in front of my two aunts...


Especially because I realized on Saturday...my aunts don't even know me.



They stopped bothering to know me when I was around 19 years old...

back when they wrongly accused me of stealing 4 times and even found out that I hadn't stolen anything whatsoever!

and they didn't even bother to say they were sorry or anything.

They just acted like they never even accused me in the first place...



After that, instead of really taking the time to find out who I am...they decided to rely only on alot of harmful gossip, lies and rumors spread by two angry bitter female cousins "C" and "J"...






"C" and "J" spread rumors and lies that I was into heavy drug use/alcohol and out in the streets sleeping around with lots of men...


They even said I started doing all that stuff at a very early age!





Its so stupid how my two aunts, along with their older sister (the third aunt who even spread some of the gossip herself)...


All 3 of them chose to believe whatever garbage "C" and "J" gave them, instead really finding out the facts to see if any of it were true.

Or maybe they didn't care if it was true or not...maybe they were just more comfortable with just assuming that it "MUST" be true....





Well, whatever the case...

because I could care less about what rumors are circulating around about me anymore and I could care less how they feel about me anymore....





On Saturday...I read things from my heart about experiences in my life...Experiences that had nothing to do with the made up lies and rumors they were believing in all those years...

And...they seemed to be a little bit shocked...




Hmmm...


interesting...



Hmmm...It was also interesting how they also kept remarking on "WOW you look really nice! You look beautiful"...




almost as if they expected me to be some broken down crack-whore who walks around scratchin her polluted body from an itch that can't be scratched....



Its so funny how easy some people find it to believe anything they hear instead of actually going to the source to see if its the truth?




Why is it so much easier for someone to believe gossip and rumors?