Continuing from my last blog, I know I said I was going to continue the day after I posted it, but I couldn't because it was the long weekend and I was super crazy busy with work and life. BUT I am here now to continue the rest of my story.
So, I left off where my sister was the coolest thing that had happened to me, everything was going "normal" until the 15th of February 2014. Out of nowhere I developed a backbone and told my mom that she isn't entitled to my money, I was the one working like a dog and I never got to reap the rewards of my own money. Unfortunately I developed my backbone in the middle of a Sharks VS Bulls rugby match at the Kingspark Stadium, after watching my mom share her beer with all the crowd around us. I had earned the money to buy that beer. Obviously my mom was drunk by now, hitting on every male that walked passed her. Joshua and I got annoyed and walked home by ourselves with her trailing behind us. By the time we got home she was angry drunk, which was normal, and she locked me outside. After knocking on the door for about 5 minutes, she finally opened up and started screaming at me about how I embarrassed her at the match. I was so tired because I had worked that day, all I wanted to do was go to bed so I tried to walk around her so I could go to bed. And in that motion of me walking around her she grabbed me by my neck and shoved me up against the wall, my natural reflex was to grab her throat and push her off me. She was much stronger than I had anticipated, my strength came out of nowhere. After our little, I guess you could call it a fight, I ran to my bedroom and she kicked my lower back as I ran away, my knees almost buckled underneath me (lucky for me they didn't because I know I would have had broken ribs if I had fallen because she looked like she was ready to beat me to a pulp).
She kicked me out after that ordeal, and I moved in with my sister and her boyfriend. Those few months that I was with them, were the best months of my life. I got to keep the money that I had earned. I got to hang out with my friends all the time. The only thing I struggled with was to keep my school friends, I knew I had outgrown them but I didn't want to feel alone at a place I had to spend 7 hours at every weekday. I dropped out in May. I had no friends at school, everyone thought I was a Satanist (can you believe that? Just because I didn't conform to society's standard of normal, I get labelled as a Satanist), teachers would call me names, I just didn't feel welcome at my snobbish school. It would tear me up inside whenever I would get dressed for school, I would look for any reason to get out of going to school. Eventually one day I was walking up the stairs, close to my favourite teacher's classroom, and as she greeted me and asked how I was, I burst into tears - I couldn't hold it in anymore.
My uncle had phoned me 2 weeks after that episode. He told me that he was going to sign me up for online schooling where I would have to follow the American syllabus, I wasn't keen because I'm not fond of the Americans, but I did it anyway. I did it for 2 months and then he conveniently forgot to pay the school fees and then I wasn't able to continue. I felt like I was under house arrest for those 2 months because I never left his house, I had to look after his bratty children too. Anyway, let's move on from that scene and jump a couple of months ahead.
The year is 2015, I had moved back in with my mom after she had promised to stop drinking and taking all my money and my sister was on her own mission so I decided to leave her to it. I had met the love of my life, Damien. I felt like everything was going to be okay from there on out. I had a job, a boyfriend and I was back with my brothers (the only reason I made peace with my mom was so that I could be with my brothers again.) I seemed happy.
It wasn't long until my mom fell back on her promise. I felt like I was in a prison again. I moved in with my boyfriend and his grandfather. We stayed in the centre of Nigerianville aka Durban Central. We stayed together for a while before my "dad" (His name is Jason, he is Joshua's biological father. I called him my dad because he was my father figure when I was growing up, before 2005.) came back into the picture. He had asked me if Damien and I wanted to move in with him and his girlfriend (I'm going to name her Stacey, it is not her real name.) because where we stayed was very dangerous. We agreed and then moved in. Things went well for a little while. Until Stacey asked me to ask Damien to move out, it took a lot of strain on our relationship but we worked through it. Then Stacey started to treat me like poop, my "dad" was too focused on himself to notice how she was treating me. I am almost certain that he still doesn't know how she treated me.
I got kicked out of their house a week after I had turned 21. It was quite a big shock to my system but I got through it. I moved back in with Damien. Okay! So now we're all caught up in my life.
I'm back to square one. And I am the happiest I've ever been.
I learnt that life happens when you're making other plans. I learnt that life isn't fair. I learnt to make lemonade with the lemons life had given to me. I learnt to accept what I can't change and I learnt that happiness comes from within, no amount of money or materialistic things could make me as happy as I am today. Life is wonderful. You see, all the shitty things that happened to me were just building me up to be the best person I could be.
I continue to think positively about my journey into adulthood. I wouldn't want it any other way. I am ever so grateful for Damien helping me with my journey, he's definitely husband material. We officially move in together into our new home at the end of May. We are finally able to live our lives as a couple working their way to the top.
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If you want to read my reply - from "Stacey"