Author's notes:
I've noticed that this story is very much like my real life. I do not put too much details in it but I still tend to have my experiences which makes me a good writer. Well, maybe not a good writer but a writer all the same. The stories been confusing as my head been in a confused state but I am getting out of it so I can go back to living my life as I want. I am pretty sure anyone reading this can relate, not compare. Now, onto the narrative...
The Aftermath
"It has came to my attention that something is going on," Michelle's mother says as she washes the carrots in the sink. "It's not funny what is going on so why smile?"
"I am not sure on what you're speaking about mom" Michelle winces as she speaks, rubbing her forearm. Her mother's husband just sits there with a freaked look, the kind of look you see when a father looks at his child saying what is this magical thing that I've produced? Michelle never gets why he would stare at her like that given that he is not her father father per say, but she rolls with it.
"Here's the truth...." Michelle recounts days of feeling pulled in, getting confused, demanding time but always turns to an argument, demanding space but always guilted back into it. It as in a relationship. She never been through something like this before. All her other relationships always ended dramatically but at the same time peacefully. But she was still in love and felt the connections made in her brain as wrapped and not normal. Her mother, saddened, her step-father consoling. She always liked how understood she felt with her father. Always hated her mother.
I guess Michelle never felt seen around her...or maybe see so much of her in her mother that she could not stand it. Maybe the thing she could not stand was being a woman. Being born a woman. It is a awful ordeal that no man can ever understand. Being born a woman.
Being born a woman, heck, learning about women's rights and the subhuman standard women hold in society at the time this is written is a nightmare...no man can ever understand that. Sure, we have our similarities, but no man can understand it. But given that I am so behind I guess I am behind on what gender is in society.
"I am just tired. I'll go to sleep" Michelle says yawning. "Thank you for listening to me."
When Michelle left with Neste she had to fight him off. Actually fight him off. She knows that she has had a hand on the problems that seeped throughout the relationship. But, she is a prideful person so please give her patience as she changes to a humble person outside of a relationship that brings out impulsivity.
Most people do not believe in astrology. But I believe the stars do not lie. It is all general and sure people can make it seem like a witness to a destruction but it is always something else. Something else as in, none of your business.
Michelle as she writes: I am not passing blame. We both could have been better. But, given that we act on each other's delusions it cannot make any sense but to have independence from each other. I accept my faith and will do what makes me happy. What makes me smile. What makes me be myself. I'll start small.
The beginning of being Afrofuturistic and in the future is very much a lie. We are in present time (well, at least the time this post was created). Dreaming of the future and playing with reality is not something that can be dealt with easily. But, it is definitely something that can make a new life come about. Hopefully this makes sense.
