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Thursday, October 22, 2015

Woman Dont Cry : The Bunna Man, the book for any woman who dated a jamaican man that only wanted her money...

I held on to the grills that barred my bedroom window from the inside, peeking out at the sunny day. The chirping of newly hatched chickens and the commanding cluck of the mother hen drowned in the background as the powerful sound of large trucks racing on the nearby main route dulled it.

I was a mad woman. I threw a sidelong glance at my wardrobe mirror to stare into the face of me. To see me, I believe, as others have seen me. Sometimes I didn't like what I see. It's a tragedy that I could not move in this body that I was born into without unease. The woman I believe myself to be and the one staring at me in the mirror were inalienable. Dre only saw the one in the mirror.

A twittering of birds lulled me back to the present. My eyes scanned the trees for the beautiful plumage of the fowl of the air from my backdoor that led into the concave of a hill.

I glanced at the manuscript- two hundred thousand words and counting. I've excluded so many chapters and unfinished parts when I was so steeped in despair that trying to write my way out of this heartache didn't provide the catharsis I needed.

This book is big. I thought about putting it into series, changing the font, utilising a smaller font size as well, in order that, this tale that signalled another turning point in my life could be available in one dusk jacket stack of bonded papers.

I smile at rows of banana trees, coconut trees with finger like leaves in colours of yellow, brown and green. The flesh beside my nose twitched, my eyes squinted and my dark brown lips pursed into a thin line. I rocked as if I was in a music video and oozing the confidence of video vixen. I was a mad woman. Dre's name felt like sawdust in my mouth.

I pulled a star shaped pair of ash-gold coloured earrings from my chest of drawers and put them on. Playing ‘dressed up’ worked wonders for my self-esteem. I added make up, a smearing of the cherry red lipstick, a most figure flattering under wear and then I slipped into my little black dress and sat before my laptop.

Love, literatures… most enduring muse.

When I started this story, it was about love and then it became about Dre, then about me and now, it's about women, relationships and self-esteem.

Saf was my literature magpie. I had collected parts of her while I milled around in my sorrow and my pregnancy hormones wreaked havoc on my personality. When some days, I walked around like a Jamaican ‘madda woman’ with two pencils stuck in my wrapped head wear, popularly known as a "tie head", ideas racing in my mind as fast as Usain Bolt.

Those were the days when Saf, my alter ego, and I felt like walking up Cerasee Road- butt naked, chattering gibberish and hollering out Dre's name. I'd sit and imagined it with my wanton imagination, the pot holes in the road filled with water, the women sprawling out on their verandas the faces of the Dre's legions of fans, the laughter of the young boys and Dre chasing me away in anger and embarrassment. I'd laugh to myself and begin to write again. Dre would never live long enough to see that happen.

I didn't love Dre. I hadn't loved him for a long time. The honeymoon wore off around the second month after he all but dried up with me when I didn't buy him a new pair of Clarkes. I, the literature major, missed the symbolism. He already had a perfectly good pair, yet he made me buy him a new one then he sold the old pair.

It was the beginning of our relationship and the grandest metaphor yet. Dre would turn away a good woman for the prospect of a new one. The metaphor expands for just as I had never seen Dre in that shoe, not once, so too I would do things for him that I will never reap nor benefit of it in the future. So it was in the beginning. So it shall be in the end.

I wept bitterly, my fingers trembled and I sat before my laptop to complete this story, blinking away tears, humming a soft tune and shaking my head in despair. I wished I’d never met him. He had scarred my life in a way that I had to rethink my entire modus operandi.

I scoffed; Dre said if I thought he would settle for me, Dre! I would have settled for him. I made a mirthless laugh.

This was my orchestra of life - my red lips, my dark curly hair on my shoulders, my round bottom on a stool like Alicia Keys at a concert... This is my story. I was mad like Jojo in Marvin's Room.

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Sass tongue made a clucking sound in her mouth.
"Oh so that's what attracted you to him?"
"He's quiet???"
I grinned. I knew sarcasm when I heard it.
Sass cackled. "My dear, silent river runs deeps"
"The quieter the person the bigger the freak. The greater the anger issues. There is such a thing as too quiet"
"The quiet facade is the outer layer. It lulls us on the outside into a false sense of security. Entraps us. For some the quiet front isn't directly intentional though!"
"Think of Dre as an onion the more layers you peel away the more tears you will shed"
"Every time you take him back, he reveals another layer of himself and things get worse!"
"You keep peeling...Until there is nothing left and all you did was waste your time"
"Don't even look for any closure from him, he won't give you none!"
"You think he's terrible?"
"Wait until he gets that money!!"
I let out a strong exhale and gasped. "I know!!!"
"You don't need to be a psychologist to know something was wrong with this boy!"
"Most people if you don't like them, the kinder they are to you, you warm up to them and even in conflicts, you resolve situations easily because you remember their kindness"
"Is Dre like that to you?"
I shook my head.
"You could have given Dre the world and it would never have been enough for him!"
"His behavior is that of a child"
"Think about your four year old, you gave her a lollipop and the one time you don't give her, she throws a tantrum and acts as if you are the worst mother in the world"
"That's Dre right there"
I sucked my teeth. I was still hollow but I felt wiser. The talk session with Sass opened my mind, didn't heal my heart.
I asked. "Why does Dre hate my child's father or any man that is nice to me? Or any man him think have sex me? Or has had sex with me??"
Sass snaps her finger. "Jealousy is real"
"He feels like you are his. Any man that has been with or is with you is trespassing on what he believes is his"
"Also he is afraid that the man may prevent you from going back to him"
"Men in your life are a threat to him and the control he believes he has over you."
"He is jealous of these other men. He knows the treatment he got so he is jealous!
"He doesnt want anyone to have the same treatment. To feel the way you make him feel"
"His jealousy is real and the men in your life need to be careful"
"Dre is very unstable!"
"He's a liar" I said as if in a trance.
She paced the floor and opened her hands.
"Lies, fake world and fantasy!"
"He's convince himself that some of these things are true!"
"It's one of the reasons why he cannot stay around you long enough, you are not apart of his fantasy!"
"You don't encourage it?"
"He needs to be around women who worship him, friends who lord him and not around you whom he knows deep down he doesn't deserve"
"His mother who tells him, he's good even though he's bad!"
"You show him up too much"
I folded my lips before I spoke.
"You know when me and him deh, he had about three incidents of erectile dysfunction!"
"I always wondered about it and it wasn't until Shelly told me that Dre told her his dick couldn't stand up for me that I realized that Dre purposely did it to validate what he told her!"
"I confronted him about it and he laughed and say me gwaan like me know everything!"
Sass opened her mouth. "Jesus Christ!"
"Hes a psychologist dream"
"He's one twisted fuck!"
" Can you imagine the things and the lies he's perpetrating on you now to make himself look better, to justify hurting you!"
"I know his mom told me sometimes she wonders about me!" I spat.
She waggled her fingers like a mother rebuking a child.
"The difference between you and him is that the Saf he will paint to people is the only Saf he knows"
"The Dre you know is the one every woman knows!"
"His mother wonders about you and your state of mind, she should be wondering what kind of person attacks pregnant women and old people, or is ungrateful to the point of repulsion!"
"She's in denial"
"But Dre will unleash his monster on her too, very soon!"
Sass paced the floor in her office.
I chuckled and shuffled in my seat.
"I worry a lot about whether he's making some woman happy!"
"If he's being nice to them and not nice to me!"
Sass waved her hand dismissively.
"Dre doesn't want a relationship with you!"
"You are like one of his clients it's just that he has sex with you"
"He entered this relationship with one aim!"
"To get money to realize his dreams and everyone was in on this game including his other women!"
"Dre is unreasonable to the point where he thinks he has every right to hurt you and get away with it because the egomaniacal part of him sees you as beneath him!"
Sass flash me a wicked grin.
"Here's how the new women come In now!"
"You are now a yardstick for them!"
"He will judge them based on you, worse if you become greater than where you are now!"
"You will be the ghost in his life and every woman will know about you!"
"He will tell them about you to under value and manipulate them!"
"He sees you as adding to his overall value and getting a woman like you means he's indeed a "top man!"
"These women might laugh at you now, they might think, they have won, but they will come to respect you and many will hate you for Dre will throw you in their faces whenever they fall short!"
"You've damaged him for these other women, let's just hope he hasn't done the same thing to you too"
"Dre wants to forget you but he won't, he's coming back!"
"When I say he's coming back that's no consolation to you, it's to your detriment!"
"Please don't take him back"
The Bunna Man
Crystal A. Evans
Copyright © 2015

Support for women in abusive relationship with Jamaican men

"I dreamt him last night again!"
"I dreamt it was my birthday and I called him and he promised to buy me a birthday day cake for ten grand"
"I kept a party at a big White House in the woods, he sent the cake, he didn't come to the party and there was a large crowd there, and I left and went to another section of the property, there was a black caldina parked there... It was empty!"
"I was alone"
I relaxed into the reclining chair. When I spoke, my voice broke.
"My granny say it's not a good dream!"
"She say the caldina a hearse!"
"The house a grave and the crowd a me funeral"
"She ask me if me nyam the cake, me say no!"
"She say me overcome him"
"A enemy!"
Sass burst into loud guffaws.
"You granny too damn superstitious!!!"
She sat on one of the edges of get rectangular desk.
"Well its obvious your mind is on dre. I must say I hold different beliefs in the area of dreams. In my experience they reflect the state of mind of the individual. It shows your expectations of him-buying you a cake symbolizes the responsibilities he should take up and this is making you happy."
" The ten grand symbolizes that he must take special care and interest in you, meet your worth, your self worth. A ten grand cake is indeed a extravagant and wonderful cake. You have a great self worth."
"The other part of your dream shows your disappointment. He is a no show. He doesnt meet your expectations. Also that you are better off in the world without him"
"The shade black usually symbolizes depression. Obviously you are going through a hard time. You are traveling suggesting that you will arrive at the party. The party may symbolize healing. The crowd your friends and family. The cake can represent your joy. You paid dearly for your freedom from him. The least you can do is enjoy it. "
"The dream may also symbolize the shame he brought on you. Everything was his doing in that arena. And him leaving you to face everything alone. The wretch. You alone have to face the disgrace while nobody notices him. In that case the cake represents the disgrace he has brought. And the crowds are the literal crowds that are viewing your grief while you alone bear it in the vehicle of depression"
I grinned. "Sound plausible!"
Sass folder her hands across her chest.
"Has his mother showed any concerns about your well being?"
My eyebrows rose and my eyes widened.
"No, if I don't call her, she doesn't call me not even to ask how me doing!"
Sass shook her head.
"Same reason why the boy has never been concerned about you in your time of distress!"
"Don't you see the connection between mother and son"
"The mother lies, the boy lies and the mother covers for him"
"The mother talks about her past relationships, the son does too"
"The mother concentrated on your weight above all else, the boy did too"
"Them spend hours a talk about you and strip you down like mother and daughter!"
I chuckled. "I always said he wasn't like his dad more like her"
Sass grinned. "Ahhhhh"
"He's a combination of both"
"Eunice is just trying to blame everybody except her and Dre for Dre's dirty behavior!"
I laughed. "You know the bwoy tell people how me theif him fifty million and someone said the mom said a one hundred and fifty"
Sass bowed her head, held her belly and burst into a donkey bray like laughter.
"A so much money?"
"No wonder him want kill you"
I sucked my teeth. "Not a damn thing like that"
Sass angled her head. "You see you have to pity the family members!"
"It's uncanny, they don't realize that if they weren't related to Dre, they would not qualify to associate with him"
"He would see his brothers as fools for being non violent"
"He would not even look at someone who looks like his mother"
"If he snubs you, imagine what he would do to them if they weren't related to him
Aaahhh!" I said clucking my tongue.
"Him always say why me can't make him happy!"
Sass chuckled. "A that ago be him downfall, he is blaming everyone for what went wrong in his life except himself?"
"That means he will never change!"
"He doesn't see himself as being part of the problem!"
She leaned forward.
"I don't care about them anymore, I only care about you and helping you get past this!"
"Mind me, there will be days and then there will be dayzzzzzzz"
She pointed her finger at my chest.
"I want you to change your thinking!"
"Value yourself!"
"Relationship with others? Be honest. Be considerate. Listen. Forgive. Friendships are gifts, treasure them if you are the only one fighting then stop and move on. It doesn't mean you stop being friends it just means that you know the level that relationship is on!"
"I don't want this thing here with this boy and his skewed thinking to become the main event of your life"
"I want you to love you, all of you and I want you to stop dating gangsters!"
"I see that you are attracted to them!"
"They will never be what you want them to be. You are a beautiful woman but you aren't ghetto fabolous, you aren't bleached in horse hair so they won't value you!"
"You are way above their level!"
She pulled me up out of the chair by placing her small hands underneath my arms. She began to pinch my arms, slap my legs and fondle my boobs.
"This is all you, embrace it"
She glanced down on her self.
"I am skinny as raas. And alot of men found fault with that. You would not believe how they termed me. But I grew to love myself. I have an ex who helped me alot to overcome my issues we are great friends now. He is married and his wife knows me. Thats the type of exes to aim for. The type that even if you break up you can still have a great relationship based on the same factors that brought you together. Breakups mean moving on to better and greater. Not becoming worse. Aim for relationships that build you up even after they are done. People that are forward thinking. Open minded and true to themselves and you."
She smiled.
"Last but not least..."
"Don't go back to who hurt you so that they can heal you!"
"It's like putting a bandaid on gangrenous arm"
"The arm will still rot underneath the bandage"
"Love yourself, see everyone else is looking out for themselves with scant regard for you, love yourself and put yourself first!"
The Bunna Man
Copyright © 2015
Crystal A. Evans

Getting over emotional abuse with abusive sociopathic Jamaican Man

I heard Sass in my head. I only listened to her now, I willed myself not to remember negativity only positivity...
"You see his choice of words towards you...they are derogatory. He wanted to keep you down so that when he did show you some measure of kindness it would mean the world to you and it would give you hope."
I told her I wanted to write a book.

"Its your world saf. No one can make the decisions. Only you. Now the type of writing you will undertake...cleanse yourself with every word you write. Smile with every page you complete. Who knows...this book could be more than what you ever dreamed. It can help change the lives of women going through the same thing. Help others find closure. Fight."
All I felt these days was fear and nothing else.
She reassured me.

"In the face of fear you have two choices. Fight or flight. Will you run away Saf? Will you run away from those deep seated emotions Dre has put inside you or will you face them? Will you face them and fight them? Can you channel them into positivity? Or will you run and hide behind a wall of pretence?"

"Don't be like Dre!!!"
"Dre a the real pussy!"
She cackled like a witch
"Pussy cat liddung under a chair. He choose flight to counteract his fear"
She scoffed... "You lost but it's your time to gain!"

"He asks for food, money and clothes. At no point did he mention spending time with you. At no point did he mention anything of mutual benefit. Everything was "Dre centered"

"He's never good for you!"
"Typical egocentric child"
"Every damn word out of his mouth was aimed at manipulating you to get what he wanted. You are a real fairy godmother Saf!"
I thought about that statement and my hatred for Dre boiled to new heights.

Sass emphasized. "Him fi put pan ward 21. No mind right next a window so him can guh chuck off and swim pan pavement and stop ruin good women"

"That man is like an idol. You don't realize it yet, and you bring him into your home. You worship him. Then the idol shows its demonic powers. You are so blinded by thinking its a valuable item that you deny its demonic influence. Then it gets worse and finally ruins you, laughing at you as it makes its way to another person to destroy them as well. The demon possessed idol has a chain of followers who are self blinded to the truth. You realize the truth but you also see the idol as it is. Faux. What you must seek to do now is accept that you made a mistake. You are afterall human. Do not dwell in misery and self pity. Pick yourself up and reveal him to the world with the book. The book is closure. You will reflect on your mistakes and learn from them. Build yourself a better person. I know its hard to think he will never accept what he has done. Take peace in knowing that you can move on, and he knew what he was doing but he isn't sorry and he will never be.

Exorcize your soul of the demon that is Deandre Myles. Pray. Fill your life with the things that make for peace love and joy. Even when you feel most alone look to your faith and hold on to your god; pray and cry out your pain. He will hear and understand and he will send an angel into your life when the time is right. That time isn't now. Now you must heal and grow.

Dre picked you up and ate your ripened flesh threw you a dry seed in the soil. You task now is to germinate. Set strong sturdy roots. And grow. Grow big and tall and tower over him like a giant. Oblivious to him. Making yourself into a meaningful citizen of society and in the lives of your friends and family."

I burst into tears. I guess I will be doing that for sometime.
Remembering and crying...

Not a life of condoms, a lifetime of tears.
Sass blue raspberries, she was still a child at heart. A different kind from Dre.
"Dre saw a delicate golden flower and decided he must have it."
"But he made sure the flower never knew she was golden"
"Made her out to be worthless"

She shook her head like a grandmother telling takes of a life filled with remorse. It was cinematic.
"you took alot of degradation from that wretch"

"But sad to say. I understand. Its not simply explained. The intricacies are many. And its not well thought out either."
"Good night Saf. I have the people dem work in the morning...cant wait to hang up my PHD and tell government a piece a my mind...think only good things before bed dearie. Drink some water. Watch a comedy."
The Bunna Man
The Epilogue
Copyright 2015
Crystal A. Evans

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

The Bunna Man : Book of Jamaican Man Abuse

I doubled up in the corner of my room, sometimes i paced the floor. My broken heart would not give way in my chest. I have been down this road before. It's a strange yet familiar terrain, didn't make it less gruelling.
I had nightmares.
I tossed and turn in my sleep. I've contemplated suicide. The jokes are all on me.
People said that I deserved the disgrace that Dre brought upon my head. I shouldn't have left Jerr for Dre. Dre is a slithering serpent.
While I locked myself inside, dying of heartache and humiliation, I was told that Dre was up and about, happy and sociable. He moved on with his life as if nothing had happened. I was left to pick up the broken pieces. I am a mess.
My mother rebuked me with scorn. She chastised me for being a weak woman, a foolish woman.
She was the mother whom I witnessed at age of three year old, when the father of my younger siblings chopped her in the palm of her hand. There was blood everywhere. I was a baby and the room was redolent with the scent of fresh blood. It's a sight that stained my memory just as it had done my maternal grandmother's floor.
My mother groped her palm, her boyfriend fled the scene. Less than a year later, my mother had a daughter with him and then she had another child with the man that chopped her hand before her pre school daughter. She had two children with a man who tried to dismember her.
My mother forgave him, just as she'd forgiven my father for saying that I was a jacket. Two years later, she had another baby for the my dad who didn't own her first child until after a Paternity test. Two children for the man who deemed get a whore and her child a bastard. Me a bastard.
My mother despised me for allowing Dre to treat me like shit. What did she expect? I am after all my mother's child. Taking bullshit from men is in my genes.
Like my grandmother whom I witnessed being repeatedly beaten and cheated on by her husband.
Mama would go out of her way to cook the best dinner for him. One plate with ground provisions, the best yams, dumpling and banana and a rare dish packed with large chunks of meat. The tallest glasses of soursop juice. Some nights he didn't turn up. Some nights he came home and didn't touch his food and mama cried, and read psalms twenty three facing the rising and setting of the sun.
Mama would cook the best dinner after an evening of beatings, crowds gathering, police car siren deafening and my father holding a bloody clothe at the side of his head after he defended my grandmother from the tyranny of her husband.
I the perspicacious, introverted five year old, seethed with anger and promised myself that no man would ever do this to me.
Until I met Jerr and I met Dre...
Taking bull shit from men is in my gene.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

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I heard his bitches were laughing at me. I don't grudge his new
girl. I don't envy her position and I don't feel less of a person that he loves her and not me. She's worst off for his love offers not security, but a prison. If you didn't love her, she could always escape.
He sent me a voice note this morning and i knew he was worried about what his ex had told me.
It was disconcerting to believe he wanted me to extend the same level of courtesy to him in keeping his secrets and gossips while he was seldom reluctant to smear my name in my own community, my place, 'where me bawn and grow' among people whom he readily discredited to my face.
They laugh with him but with what i knew, I would gladly have the last laugh for when i see him with them, i grin at a congregation of hypocrites.
Me:You gyal tell me a bag a things weh you say bout me and me caan imagine a so you tell other people to.
Dre: Anything she tell you a same so it go.
I hesitated then i texted him.
Me:That's why you say me boring inna bed through me no want inna your nastiness. Me hear say you uppa Cerasee road a call up me name among your posse, you coming like some big p#ssy gyal. And how "dem gyal deh" a laugh offa me.If them did ever hear wah you say bout them and wah me know about you, you woulda see who the joke deh pon."
He didn't respond. I giggled. I knew i was playing with fire but i didn't care. Revenge was a dish best served cold.
My phone chimed and i read the push notification.
Dre: Weh you know bout mi Gyal? Anyhow me hear nothing inna the streets weh me no fe hear you watch and see wah ago happen to you.
Me: You know and me know but don't worry badman dawg, I will keep your secrets, i won't tell a soul bredda!!!!!
Dre: You think you ago make me put miself inna trouble.
I laughed. Who the hell was he trying to convince? Me or himself.
Dre: You know say a you a chat them things deh? You see you bloodclaat gyal you better avoid me fe the rest a your life.
Dre: You just make me get fe hate you rass
Me: You lucky! A don't biznez weh you want say, a fe you business that. When you a walk up and down with people gyal pickney name you never know say you fe be tact. Kmt. Dwl.
Dre: Just avoid me girl, see me pon the right and take the left.
Dre: The worst unoo can do a chat. Two a unoo go hide unoo self. A wah unoo have over me? You! All you dash weh belly fe me gyal. Two a unoo a the same f@%king thing.
Dre:You dash weh belly so move you rass and go weh gyal
I burst into loud guffaws, the more time i spent with Dre, i concluded that he was a girl and not a man. This was one tracing match i couldn't win.
Me: Alright Eunice big gyal no bother trace me off.
Me: Who dash weh belly fe you? Bwoy me never breed fe you yet. You get trick! Afta me no outta me rass mind.
Dre: You get trick gyal. Nothing at all me no inna wid you.
Dre: A come chat bay things, weh you no chat bout the dirty things you do to me.
Dre: You bloodclaat bright!
Dre: Bloodclaat if you know how a feel fe f@$k you up.
All i could do was read and laugh but knowing how him love carry news i decided to defend myself this one instance.
Me: Massa stop cuss me cause anno me chat out your business. So stop threaten me and me ago tell me friends them say you a threaten me. You coming like when them ketch two batty man and before unoo kill unoo one anedda, a who see unoo, unoo want kill. So a that's why you want kill me cause a me never did fe know. No worry yourself. Me nah tell nobody. Dwbcl.
Dre: Me tired a you and you f-ry.
Dre: Worst thing unoo can do a tell lie pon me and make me a pree unoo.
Me: You love tell lie pon people though and carry news like some big p-hole gyal. See how you a galang now? Yet you love chat people and diss them!
Me: Me tired a you to cause what you did to me and that girl a big F-ry and no make me haffi show nobody and ask them opinion on it or else a you, your gyal friend them wudda deh laugh offa and not me. So gwaan chat!
Me: God don't like UGLY. So me left you to time
Dre: A you God dont f#%k like
Me: No worry yourself me glad you anno god or else me wudda dead already. Good thing God never have your mind.
Dre: Hmmm, You gwaan chat, you fe bloodclaat dead!
Dre: Unoo. You and Shelly a two bloodclaat germs.
Me: Yes and fe get rid a the germs you boil the water. You never know that when you deh with me? You worst than we. Trust me!!!
Dre: Go weh go hide yourself gyal.
Dre: A thru you no know wah you do gyal. You offa me list fe good.
Me: As far as me hear, i was never on it to begin with. Me no feel no way bredda. A don't want deh pon your shit list.
Dre: As long as you live if we ever exchange word again. God come.
Dre: Me glad she tell you everything
Dre: Guilty as charge
Me: You a one dutty man that's all me know. Me glad me nah breed fe you cause a this you woulda really want tell a woman who a carry you pickney fe avoid you and low you. You a one dutty boy! A don't care wah you want say. A shame you damn shame. You better take weh Shelly do you and wake up. Them say mouth deh weh you a labba with, with mi damn name, soon turn pon you like how she turn pon you. Take sleep mark dead.
I laughed until i cried. I sobbed for four hours uncontrollably, grabbing my abdomen coming to grips with the reality of this situation. You can never really know people. I wasn't crying because i lost anything, i cried because all along i was right. I was right and i listened to him instead of my own rational.
The Bunna Man
Copyright © 2015
Crystal A. Evans
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Monday, March 16, 2015

Moving on from a loveless relationship

Them say you can't just get up and hurt people so... But what would they have you do when you don't love someone anymore. 

Is it better for you to remain in a loveless union because this person " no do you nothing? Than try and find happiness elsewhere. 

It is what makes break ups complicated. But anyone who has remained in a relationship where all love has been lost, knows that next year you won't feel better but worse. If you stay for five more year, you will end up with scores of regrets, cheating partners and an overall miserable life. 

If you don't not love your partner anymore, be honest with them and leave the relationship. Seeking happiness can sometimes be selfish but a loveless union will not work. You will overtime become resentful of your partner. 

Cheating becomes a factor too. People in relationships where the love is lost sometimes end up cheating. Instead of staying with your partner, and having extra relational affairs, leave the relationship and start a new one. Instead of cheating on them, why not set them free and then begin the new relationship. 

People sometimes hang on to loveless unions because they are afraid of jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire. It is better to settle for the little that you getting here than leave and risk getting into a worse situation. 

Your partner won't understand. Your ex will probably hate you but they might thank you later. They will see it as selfish when in reality, you doing them a favour. It's unfair to lead them on because you don't want to hurt him/her and then to find out in the end that the love has been dead for sometime now. 

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

This Game of the Other Woman

I said it.
The hand on the clock stroke eleven pm and I smiled.
The insecure b*tch always loses and I knew her joy would soon turn to ashes in her mouth.
I glanced down at her through the bedroom window from the second floor, curtain slightly pulled back so that I could peek at the other woman whom in less than four months I had successfully usurped her position. She stood with a small travelling bag in her hand; tears speckled her cheeks as she pleaded with her palms turned upwards.
Dre spun his head violently. He raised both hands above in aggression and then interlaced his fingers behind his head. The girl’s lips puckered and she knelt on the ground. She turned puppy dog eyes up at him and begged with her hands clasped as if she was praying. He gritted his teeth and gently pulled her up.

I could not hear what he was saying to her but his furrowed eyebrows, pursed lips and tensed shoulders told me that anger smoldered inside him. The other woman was a blubbering mess.
Why wasn’t I happy?
I won!
Or did I?
I had spent the last three months since I discovered she existed, hating this woman for casting doubts on my relationship. He never told me about her. He said he was single. He did not ‘diss’ me, he dissed her for when I met him, he said she never existed. How can you love someone who does not own you to the women he meets.

I heard her scream. “I hardly ever had any choices in this thing. I just do what you want me to all the time”
I could not be happy at the scene unfolding before my eyes. When I looked at her; I saw a younger version of myself. Me: Ten years ago chasing the man I loved, making him my focus, our relationship my ultimate goal. I wanted to shake her. Why was she putting herself through this? I‘d done it before and when a man runs me from his house once, he does not have to do it twice. Giving up everything to make some cute boy the center of your world was a recipe for a tonne load of regrets.

I could not blame her entirely. I knew why she loved him. I imagine she loves the very same things I am fond of him for. The way his lips pull together like an insolent babe and he gazes with intensity when I say something witty or insulting. The way he sleeps with his arms wrapped around me and my head nuzzled in the crook of his neck that flowed into broad shoulders. The way he looked cute and innocent asleep and how he wakes me up with wet sloppy kisses. I imagine men made love to women following a pattern and if she was his main chick then she had experience those extraordinaire moments.

I grinned remembering how he rubbed his foot-bottom on my thigh and asked if they were rough and I laughed and said yes. I was in love with him and my tummy fluttered when he rubbed his toes against my instep. What woman would not go crazy over him? He had a way of making you feel like the most loved woman in bed.

He flailed his arms and I knew he would explode any minute now. “Girl you cannot stay here” He shouted.
His mother charged onto the Verandah. She shoved the little girl into her bedroom and spat.
“A so you expect fe live your life? A so you want treat people pickney?”
He retorted. “Ooman left me business. You chat too much!”
I scurried from the window and dashed into the bathroom.
I called my girl and chirped into the ear piece mike. “ Girl the lilly gyal outta door now”
Cion sucked her teeth. “ She’s a stalker”
I mumbled. “ I know right, I feel terrible for her”
Cion chuckled. “ You a ediat. Me woulda go down there go shame her. She no have no shame? Her shame tree mussi dead”
I chortled, whispered “I gottas go” and ended the call.
He plodded into the bedroom and gently closed the door. He grinned and peered at me from the corner of his slanted eyes. He sat on the bed and muttered. “ Saf large and in charge!”

I shrugged his hand from my shoulder and his pupils dilated. I refuse to celebrate this occurrence. This was no victory.
He took up the television remote and his jaw line hardened. “ A never this you did want? Every day you cuss me fe left the girl and now me do it. You a come act like you sorry for her”
I scoffed. “ Not really, I just don’t like how you deal with her.”
A sly smile crept across his blueberry lips. “You think me ago do the same thing to you don’t?” He asked softly.
“I do not know but a smart woman knows that when a man breaks one woman’s heart to make her happy that her dose of karma is never too far behind”
He pursed his lips like a toddler and muttered through clenched teeth. “Man can’t do nutten fe please you”
I wanted to throw my arms around him and taste his soft lips but I could not. I felt a wave of anxiety that had nothing to do with the girl sleeping in the next room

downstairs. He grinned and crossed his legs at the ankle. He turned the television set on.

He grimaced before throwing me a seductive smile. “You win baby! Hope you can handle it?"
What did I win? I was not happy. Instead I felt an immense level of pressure. I was not sure if I really wanted him or if i could be all that he needs. The future was uncertain. All i knew was that i loved him and karma was a bitch.

I was supposed to be happy but could not celebrate. ‘Unfair game play twice’. Who knows? I might be the woman crying on his porch begging for a night’s sleep in a few months. The clock stroke midnight. Today was a different day.
Copyright © 2015
The Bunna Man
Crystal A.Evans
Available in Ebook soon

Sunday, March 8, 2015

You can't make someone love you...

The morning was cool. the grass  wet from last nights dew, the railing on the outside porch of the villa cold and uninviting like the arms of the man who slept in the bed, snoring loudly. Between the trees at the horizon, a cotton like puffy cloud with rose like billows of smoke and shone like silver against the gray blue sky. 

Cloud colors changed quickly in two minutes they went from pink to orange ten to silver much like my relationship had soured quickly in the last few hours. It was much like those bruises and lacerations on the man I was in love with feet, this relationship festered and hurt.  

Owls twittered in the background and birds hummed from nearby trees.
Cars whooshed past in the early morning, and my thoughts were interrupted by the loud roar of a toilet flushing in the next room. Everything was distant, like a far away noise, nothing could drown my racing thoughts and my heart ramming away in my chest. 

I wanted to cry but nothing came. I was all wrung out. I had a good sleep last night but the memory of the penis that died as I hoisted my fat legs atop him was enough to send me on another crying spree but I didn't. He was not worth it. He probably never did. I knew that now. I am liar. I knew that all along. 

I thought about all the people that really cared about me and that made me cry. I was not going to bawl over bad, I vowed from today to cry over the good. Here I was hoping that if I showed him love that he could learn something from it and all he learned was that I was weak and stupid. He only understood that I was open for exploitation. 

Our interactions cost me money, it only cost him time. Something on many occasions, he could not even give me. I can't get anything from him. Whether it was free or not. I was not good enough for him. 

He said he couldn't just leave her. He said she didn't do anything to him for him to end the relationship. I had done everything to him. 

I wanted to wish him the best in his new life but I couldn't. Why was it that whenever all the terrible things he did to me, I only wanted
to make it right. It was because I spent my entire life trying to make people see and think that I was good enough. 

I spent the last four months trying to convince this man that I was good enough. But you can only tell a man where to look, you cannot tell him what to see. 

I had to be careful. Before long... I will begin to see myself the way he did. 

The Bunna Man 
Copyright © 2015 

Monday, February 9, 2015

Crystal Evans, the strong one!

He said My love came easy... 

He didn't know me well. He did not know how hard it is for me to let a man get close to me. He didn't understand how special he is, he couldn't begin to comprehend the utter uniqueness of his personality. An eclipse of destiny that transpires every once in a while for the strong woman where she lets her guard down and allow one preferred male inside her world. 

It looked easy to him but love, in its realness and sincerity is suppose to happen as naturally as a creek flowing into a larger tributary. Real love is like a drug, a headlong plunge off a cliff on the windy side of a peninsula. You don't know what happened until your face is stung from the slap of the water below you. Then you are drowning, tussling to keep afloat the turbulent waves of emotions. Funny enough, you can choose to ride the waves and wait for the calm of the sea or you may opt to let go... And drown... 

It's funny how people by making simple off hand remarks reveal the depth and veracity of life. In those few words I found a new maxim. I never thought I loved easy. I mean if he asked the numerous men I've turned down, eluded, the number of men in the friend zone hoping one day to be my first draft pick, the men  who I outright rejected for one reason or another then he would understand that my love don't come easy. It never did, for him maybe? But then he is another story... 

He is... He just doesn't know it. I mean every woman struggles to make the right decision about the man she just met. Some men don't really get it easier than others. I believe some men are simply more persistent, committed to getting close to the strong woman than others. The ones who did not get her cookie simply showed their true colours too early or gave up too quickly. 

I believe the strong women like myself try super hard to make it work for it's disheartening to know that after you have held out this long, you gave your love to the wrong person. It does happen in many cases, persistent bad boys turn strong women into hard and bitter women,  forcing them back into their shells like a turtle. And so like a turtle you make a slow paced move back to the starting line.  

And sometimes you are lucky enough to get a guy who is really interested and only to destroy him with your insecurities. 

Woman Scorned 
Copyright © 2015
Crystal Evans 
Preview on Amazon March 15, 2015 

Sunday, February 8, 2015

letters to my unborn child

Letters to my Unborn Child

He picked up after fifteen missed calls and
I won't forget how he shouted...

" Who a you babyfather?"
"Who a You babyfather?"

Those were the most painful Four words that ever came from his lips. They wrecked far more damage than when he said. " Girl me and you no deh"
I was not telling a lie on him. I simply wanted him to be there for the baby.

He continued, voice laced with anger and dripping with contempt. " Who fe give you to money fe go a doctor. Me no have no money to give you to go doctor"

I listened and my hope sank like a submarine in the deepest darkest part of the ocean. He was upset. He went on to say. " Other women took a morning after pill...or something. You just lay back and make it happen because this was what you wanted all along. A don't know what you hope to achieve?"

Yesterday I text him and asked him to buy me some lunch. He responded three hours later that he didn't have it. I choked back on my tears, remembering all those times I bought him lunch and went out of my way to give him what he needed.

He was simply not going to be there for me. He blamed me for this pregnancy. He thought I was trying to trap him into a relationship. He understood the eternal bond parents share. And in the same breath he knew that like many men, he could just walk away. Fatherhood for him was a choice, something he could completely disregard if he wanted to.

Why was I surprised he would shirk his responsibilities? He was afterall his father's son, the father he complained never took care of him. It was in his genes. Why was I even surprised?

He muttered angrily. " You on your own. Anytime you call or text me phone again. Me ago diss you"

I cried. " Why are you doing this to me?"
I shouted in distress. "you cannot hurt me and you cannot invalidate me."

He replied firmly. " Me can avoid you"
He added. " Don't call me to come down a hospital come sign no paper! You on your own"

I asked in anguish. " A wah me do to you so make you a treat me so?"

He replied in a gruff voice. " If you only know how me hate you. Me done with you. I swear to god. Me done with you for good now!"

I pleaded with him. " Hate me for what? What me do you to deserve your hatred?"

He croaked into the phone. " Me and you done. You ago sorry. Memba me tell you that"

I sniveled and asked meekly. " A threaten you a threaten me Dre?"

He let out a slew of profanities and then there was a click in my ear.

I accepted it now that I would have to take care of this child alone. He texted my phone again.

" I can't be your babydaddy. I am sorry"

He was showing me how parenthood could be a choice. He choose not to be the father of my child and I could choose not mother this unborn child by simply doing an abortion.

I told him that women have been raising babies for centuries without paternal support. Just like his mother, I had joined their ranks. Abortion was not a notion endorsed by my mother. She said. " Bring it. It can't suffer and make the little ediat bwoy gwaan bout him business. Him soon get what's coming to him"

" Little idlers bwoy siddung pon wall everyday and smoke weed a come diss my daughter. Who is (profanity) him? Him have a name fe himself? Him last name worth nothing? Him a gwaan like him name Stewart or Azan!!!"

My mother sucked on her teeth in annoyance.

" No fret over him. Him soon gone. How fe him name a ring inna streets. Police soon shoot him"

I knew what she meant. She had done it too so could I. How many mothers like her with pain in her eyes, knowing the all familiar anguish I must be feeling; told their daughters to bring an unwanted child into the world?

" Welcome to man world me daughter. Man a chameleon, them a lizard. Man a failure. Whole lot a them" She laughed mirthlessly staring out at the rows of cane fields behind her house.

My mother was upset. I could not blame her. I was falling into the same traps she did. For all my smarts, I kept thinking a good looking guy meant responsible guy, I failed this dating test over and over again. I am again left alone for the third time with a baby in my womb and a father slinking away into oblivion. It was true what they said. If you want to test the true mettle of a man's character, just tell him you pregnant and watch all hell bruck loose.

Excerpt From Crystal Evans
New Novel " The Bunna Man"

Get it this February 30

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Smart Women dating Ghetto Youths

My friends chide me over and over again... " why you like those types is beyond me?" 

I am a smart girl who makes foolish relationship choices. You might not know how much bravado it took me to write this article but my emotions are awok from being in an unhealthy relationship for the last three months. 

Being a child of the Ghetto, having a little education, men from my area often regard me with contempt simply because they say " we big brain girls think we better than them"  that was never the case, I for one simply did not want to end up in the situations of so many of my peers. Young women with several fatherless children bouncing around from man to man was nothing worth aspiring to. I very much connote ghetto youth with recklessness and irresponsiblility.  I steer clear of them as much as I possibly can. I could not risk having a child that a man did not want. I wanted stability, reliance and accountability and young men from my district offered me none. 

But from time to time, a ghetto youth  often attractive, " a little cleaner than the rest" and smarter will come the way of us educated sisters and possibly sweep us off our feet with his rarity. 

We in turn will try and make it work. Investing time and resources in the relationship hoping that our goodness will rub off on him and that he can become someone higher than his status. We nurture, encourage, nag and cajole him about and against the harsh conditions of life among the lower class citizenry. We smart women know that being a young man in the ghetto is no small feat trying to keep him out of trouble and motivate him unto the path of righteousness. 

But dating a ghetto youth comes with headache and frustrations. Ghetto youths don't take talk from women. Smart women want to educate and nurture transcendence in their men for the betterment of the future family structure. But ghetto youths are accustom to dating certain women who never question their integrity, whose notions of relationships are largely superficial and who accept any crap they dish out. A smart woman and a ghetto youth is a disaster waiting to happen. 

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Good dick not responsible dick

Hmmmm........I keep seeing these there are no real men post flying all over the place.......All these post about how women raising kids alone as well as men not stepping up to be responsible. I will be the first to admit many guys are failing on the job of being responsible but truth be told all men are real. 

Just our selection process is questionable.

Interesting how careless people are when they are operating out of attraction. When you have sex with someone that looks like Sh*t on a stick you always grab condoms.

The biggest mistake so many of us are making is trying to turn attractive, good di*k into responsible di*k.

If we keep having kids with guys that are not responsible its obvious there is a test many of us are just not passing!

Maybe the conversation should start with what are our dreams and goals and what are our plans instead of how many inches dick he is packing.

If you not married the words cum inside me should be stricken from your vocabulary! LOL

Hmmmm.......Just a thought! From a woman who knows it all too well.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Excerpt my new novel... Bunna Man

I came first in my class today ... Funny how me can always get anything I put my mind to except getting my men to commit to me. There is always some issue. But I figured it out today while doc gave me an injection to stop the bleeding. I don't require much of men. I settle for nothing and men in turn give me nothing. It's a pattern I've noticed among the men who managed to get close to me. There I was thinking something was wrong with them. It seem something is wrong with me. 

I am what I attract. In my dutty foot slippers and brazen natural looks, I am like an old rusty Benz, a guy gonna say "move the donkey cubby" cause even though my parts maybe expensive I still don't look the part. He will still think his 1999 corolla E110 on chromes rims looks better than my old Benz. 

But even when my body is hollow from the emotional trauma wreaking havoc on my sensibilities, I am still worthy of love. And I will find true love for the prettiest rhinestone will never worth more than the dirtiest diamond in the deepest core of the earth's mantle. 

Crystal Evans 
Copyright © 2015 

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Woman Scorned... Women cheating on their men...

I have been holding in a lot of things wanting to say them but refuse to because it's irrelevant. I don't want to jeopardize what we have but I am sensing we have nothing and hence I am trying to save something that does not even exist. Loving you is like trying to catch water using a basket...

You see my life is complicated and because it is complicated I realize that I am nothing but a placeholder to you. I can't make any demands on you because I have my man... Yes you wield this knowledge above my head, it is the central notion that keeps me from demanding a commitment from you. I cannot ask you to be my man because i already have One. I must be a special kind of stupid, putting everything on the line, inconveniencing my life and risking stability, knowing you might never ever really trust me. I am after all a woman who cheats on her man.

And as such you have little respect or sense of loyalty to me. The Indecorous way in which you have treated me these recent days is nothing short of an outright disregard for my feelings. I am tired of it. I don't need this shit. You say your world does not revolve around me but everything in this non-relationship revolves around you. I am constantly at the mercy,beck and call of your mood, desires and inclination. I obviously don't have a say here. You have used my loveless relationship against me and i have used you as an escape from the doldrums of my personal life.

I have been hanging on by a thread. I am letting it go now. May the chips fall where they may. But maybe am silly, I mean i am ready to leave the man i am certain about for the uncertainty and novelty of our non-relationship.

I keep getting pushed back two places for other women, real, old, new or imagined. All because i already have a man. Its not that i do not want to leave him but i need to be sure that you at least want me. I have a penchant for fooling myself into thinking I can ever have something with someone like you and every time I end up disappointed. I need to grow up. I cannot have my cake and eat it too. But i cannot leave my man for a nigga , who am not sure even wants me. Deuces!!!

Chapter : The Cheating woman and her other man
Woman Scorned
Copyright © 2015
Crystal A.Evans

Monday, January 5, 2015

Breaks Ups-Letters to an ex -Woman Scorned Book

He said..."it was all good"
And my blood boiled to a steamy broth.
I spat back...
"If you say's not but I guess it is in your world. I was nothing but a conquest to you. Not trying to make you feel guilty for being yourself. Am not even surprise that you would want " us to be friends" so quickly. I am just hurt that you spend all that time convincing me of what you could not hide. Of what I already knew or my instincts told me. You cannot hide your true intentions, it leaked out with that first phone call you took around me. You tried but it never worth trying hard now. I hope that ideal woman is really what you want... I hope she is an ideal and not just perfect in your eyes.

I don't consider myself lesser or greater than any other woman but what I may lack in looks, I make up for with my smarts and my ambition and for that I think I am a very good catch. Most men know and for the less tuned, my rareness eludes them... It's weird how you never once denied anything i accused you of. I wish the girl you fighting for, don't give up on you, the way you gave up on me.
You see all along I was thinking I was the fool but no they are for after you done talk to them on the phone you come fuck me. You don't hide your true self from me but you pretend with them. There I was thinking I was worst off being the other woman, girlfriend number three, the girl without any label and the one you are never accountable to...but now i realized...(such an epiphany) that you did me a favour by never pretending to be anyone but yourself. I am liberated by your openness and honesty... Those bitches are shackled to the man i met a few months ago. I know the real you and for that they don't have nothing over me. Neither do you.
Have a good evening.

Woman Scorned
Letters to an EX (CHAPTER)
Woman Scorned