THIS SHIT SO FUNNY I A GOING TO WATCH IT AGAIN
I SUBSCRIBED TO YOUTUBE TV ON A 3 MONTH PROMO
"GETTING MY MONEY WORTH"
Sometimes the game you avoid watching becomes a reminder of how far you've come.
Last night, I forced myself to watch the Memphis vs. Golden State Warriors game.
At first, I avoided watching altogether. Then DJ whispered, “That's my brother too,” and something made me sit down and watch.
As the game continued, I found myself getting angry. I was frustrated watching my son sit outside the opportunity I believed he deserved, wondering why he wasn't playing among his peers at his level. Emotions I thought I had moved beyond began resurfacing.
Then I saw Scottie Jr. signaling toward me as if he expected a conversation.
I felt the anger rising. I was bitter, frustrated, and ready to let a few choice words fly. But before I allowed my emotions to take over, I remembered something that changed my perspective.
I remembered Larsa. I remembered the history, the alleged betrayal, and the circumstances surrounding the relationships that followed.
And suddenly, a sinister little smile crossed my face.
I realized that sometimes what feels like rejection may actually be protection.
You see Scottie cheated on me with Lisa before he married Larsa, so they were born "seeds of hate" he was "infected" before he married Larsa from Lisa :)
My children were born healthy, and I am grateful for that blessing. Whatever disagreements, betrayals, or disappointments life has brought my way, I refuse to overlook the gifts I still have. My children's well-being is worth more than any relationship, public controversy, or personal victory.
GOD spared me, I did not birth a liter of HIV infected from birth junkies. I could have been dealt that hand, so maybe I should show gratitude to the so called friend who cheated with him, and the groupie OnlyFans team that set me free.
On your best day Scottie would not be an option. While using me to spark attention citing I'm stalking him, when in fact he is the abuser is entertaining.
But to continue this madness when "I have receipts" is hilarious. Thank you for being the villain, you play your role so well.
Maybe, instead of carrying bitterness, I should be grateful that certain doors closed. Maybe the people I once considered enemies helped me walk away from situations that were never meant for me.
And perhaps I should thank the so-called friend, the alleged betrayal, and everyone who played a part in what ultimately became my release.
Because let me make one thing clear: on your best day, Scottie would not be my option.
The public narrative surrounding me continues to entertain me. Watching people debate who is pursuing whom, who is the villain, and who is telling the truth has become its own spectacle.
I have my perspective. I have my recollections. And I have records and correspondence that I believe support my account of events.
I am not obligated to convince every spectator. Nor do I have to participate in every public argument created around my name.
What I can do is preserve my records, speak carefully about my experiences, and allow the appropriate processes to address any disputed allegations.
The irony is that a person can become so committed to playing a particular role that they forget the audience is not the only one watching.
Thank you for being the villain in the story you helped create. You play the role so well.
But every story eventually reaches a point where the person who was expected to remain angry decides to move on.
That is where I am headed.
I am choosing peace over provocation, gratitude over bitterness, and my future over yesterday's drama. I will not allow another person's public image, personal relationships, or perceived importance to determine my worth.
I have businesses to build, goals to accomplish, and a life that deserves my attention.
Last night, I started watching a basketball game angry.
I finished it remembering that I have far more to be grateful for than I sometimes acknowledge.
And that, more than anything happening on a basketball court, is the victory I intend to keep.
Chevy
