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Cassandra Jaramillo and Kavitha Surana at ProPublica:

Josseli Barnica grieved the news as she lay in a Houston hospital bed on Sept. 3, 2021: The sibling she’d dreamt of giving her daughter would not survive this pregnancy. The fetus was on the verge of coming out, its head pressed against her dilated cervix; she was 17 weeks pregnant and a miscarriage was “in progress,” doctors noted in hospital records. At that point, they should have offered to speed up the delivery or empty her uterus to stave off a deadly infection, more than a dozen medical experts told ProPublica.

But when Barnica’s husband rushed to her side from his job on a construction site, she relayed what she said the medical team had told her: “They had to wait until there was no heartbeat,” he told ProPublica in Spanish. “It would be a crime to give her an abortion.” For 40 hours, the anguished 28-year-old mother prayed for doctors to help her get home to her daughter; all the while, her uterus remained exposed to bacteria. Three days after she delivered, Barnica died of an infection. Barnica is one of at least two Texas women who ProPublica found lost their lives after doctors delayed treating miscarriages, which fall into a gray area under the state’s strict abortion laws that prohibit doctors from ending the heartbeat of a fetus. Neither had wanted an abortion, but that didn’t matter. Though proponents insist that the laws protect both the life of the fetus and the person carrying it, in practice, doctors have hesitated to provide care under threat of prosecution, prison time and professional ruin.

ProPublica is telling these women’s stories this week, starting with Barnica’s. Her death was “preventable,” according to more than a dozen medical experts who reviewed a summary of her hospital and autopsy records at ProPublica’s request; they called her case “horrific,” “astounding” and “egregious.”

The doctors involved in Barnica’s care at HCA Houston Healthcare Northwest did not respond to multiple requests for comment on her case. In a statement, HCA Healthcare said “our responsibility is to be in compliance with applicable state and federal laws and regulations” and said that physicians exercise their independent judgment. The company did not respond to a detailed list of questions about Barnica’s care. Like all states, Texas has a committee of maternal health experts who review such deaths to recommend ways to prevent them, but the committee’s reports on individual cases are not public and members said they have not finished examining cases from 2021, the year Barnica died. ProPublica is working to fill gaps in knowledge about the consequences of abortion bans. Reporters scoured death data, flagging Barnica’s case for its concerning cause of death: “sepsis” involving “products of conception.” We tracked down her family, obtained autopsy and hospital records and enlisted a range of experts to review a summary of her care that ProPublica created in consultation with two doctors.

Among those experts were more than a dozen OB-GYNs and maternal-fetal medicine specialists from across the country, including researchers at prestigious institutions, doctors who regularly handle miscarriages and experts who have served on state maternal mortality review committees or held posts at national professional medical organizations. After reviewing the four-page summary, which included the timeline of care noted in hospital records, all agreed that requiring Barnica to wait to deliver until after there was no detectable fetal heartbeat violated professional medical standards because it could allow time for an aggressive infection to take hold. They said there was a good chance she would have survived if she was offered an intervention earlier.

“If this was Massachusetts or Ohio, she would have had that delivery within a couple hours,” said Dr. Susan Mann, a national patient safety expert in obstetric care who teaches at Harvard University. Many noted a striking similarity to the case of Savita Halappavanar, a 31-year-old woman who died of septic shock in 2012 after providers in Ireland refused to empty her uterus while she was miscarrying at 17 weeks. When she begged for care, a midwife told her, “This is a Catholic country.” The resulting investigation and public outcry galvanized the country to change its strict ban on abortion. But in the wake of deaths related to abortion access in the United States, leaders who support restricting the right have not called for any reforms.

[...]

“They Should Vote With Their Feet”

Texas has been on the forefront of fighting abortion access. At the time of Barnica’s miscarriage in 2021, the Supreme Court had not yet overturned the constitutional right to terminate a pregnancy. But Texas lawmakers, intent on being the first to enact a ban with teeth, had already passed a harsh civil law using a novel legal strategy that circumvented Roe v. Wade: It prohibited doctors from performing an abortion after six weeks by giving members of the public incentives to sue doctors for $10,000 judgments. The bounty also applied to anyone who “aided and abetted” an abortion.

A year later, after the Dobbs v. Jackson ruling was handed down, an even stricter criminal law went into effect, threatening doctors with up to 99 years in prison and $100,000 in fines. Soon after the ruling, the Biden administration issued federal guidance reminding doctors in hospital emergency rooms they have a duty to treat pregnant patients who need to be stabilized, including by providing abortions for miscarriages. Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton fought against that, arguing that following the guidance would force doctors to “commit crimes” under state law and make every hospital a “walk-in abortion clinic.” When a Dallas woman asked a court for approval to end her pregnancy because her fetus was not viable and she faced health risks if she carried it to term, Paxton fought to keep her pregnant. He argued her doctor hadn’t proved it was an emergency and threatened to prosecute anyone who helped her. “Nothing can restore the unborn child’s life that will be lost as a result,” he wrote to the court.

No doctor in Texas, or the 20 other states that criminalize abortion, has been prosecuted for violating a state ban. But the possibility looms over their every decision, dozens of doctors in those states told ProPublica, forcing them to consider their own legal risks as they navigate their patient’s health emergencies. The lack of clarity has resulted in many patients being denied care. In 2023, Texas lawmakers made a small concession to the outcry over the uncertainty the ban was creating in hospitals. They created a new exception for ectopic pregnancies, a potentially fatal condition where the embryo attaches outside the uterine cavity, and for cases where a patient’s membranes rupture prematurely before viability, which introduces a high risk of infection. Doctors can still face prosecution, but are allowed to make the case to a judge or jury that their actions were protected, not unlike self-defense arguments after homicides. Barnica’s condition would not have clearly fit this exception.

This year, after being directed to do so by the state Supreme Court, the Texas Medical Board released new guidance telling doctors that an emergency didn’t need to be “imminent” in order to intervene and advising them to provide extra documentation regarding risks. But in a recent interview, the board’s president, Dr. Sherif Zaafran, acknowledged that these efforts only go so far and the group has no power over criminal law: “There’s nothing we can do to stop a prosecutor from filing charges against the physicians.” Asked what he would tell Texas patients who are miscarrying and unable to get treatment, he said they should get a second opinion: “They should vote with their feet and go and seek guidance from somebody else.”

The consequences of strict abortion bans are being felt, as Josseli Barnica died as a result of delayed miscarriage treatments in Texas.

[houseofbrat]

04 JUNE 2024: US Weekly, "Inside Kate Middleton's Recovery: She 'May Never Come Back' in Royal Role We Remember (Exclusive)"

According to the second source, Kate’s team is “reevaluating what she’s going to be able to take on when she comes back,” noting, “She may never come back in the role that people saw her in before.”

[...] The reprieve is a welcome one for the couple. “The announcement that the royals won’t be able to work as much has been unexpected, but it will allow Kate and William to spend more time together,” says the second source. “They’ve been reconnecting and are closer than ever.”

05 JUNE 2024: Tom Sykes of The Daily Beast, "Kate Middleton ‘May Never Come Back’ as She Was: Report" [archive link]

In remarks likely to displease the palace, which has sought a blackout on reporting about Kate’s health apart from official updates, the outlet added that Kate has been spotted out and about with family and on her own.

06 JUNE 2024: William attends D-Day 80th Anniversary celebrations in France.

07 JUNE 2024: NY Post, "Kate Middleton not pressuring herself to see anyone amid cancer battle: ‘Doesn’t care truly what anyone thinks’" [archive link]

“Kate’s recovery is a one day-at-a-time thing,” an insider told Life & Style. “She’s not putting any pressure on herself to do anything or see anyone because deadlines in a situation like this can make the recovery way more stressful. She doesn’t care truly what anyone thinks.” [...] And while her home life seems to be as strong as can be — especially after insiders said that she and William are now “closer than ever” — the same can’t be said for her royal duties at this time. A source claimed this week that Princess Catherine “may never come back in the role that people saw her in before.”

08 JUNE 2024: Emily Prescott, Daily Mail, "Princess Kate rewards 'Girl Friday' Natasha Archer for her loyalty with new top job as senior private executive at the Palace" [archive link]

In a move that has been interpreted in Royal circles as a reward for her loyalty, Ms Archer has been appointed to the new role of senior private executive assistant to Kate and William. Ms Archer, 36, updated her profile on the LinkedIn career website last week to reflect her upgraded status. Previously she was a PA and stylist, and was pictured carrying Kate's bags on and off planes for Royal tours. Ms Archer's promotion follows reports that she personally collected The Princess of Wales from the London Clinic after her abdominal operation earlier this year. After that, the mother of two was brought into the innermost circle of select friends and family members who have been supporting the Princess through her private cancer battle. Sources say Ms Archer, who is married to Royal photographer Chris Jackson, has been dedicated to her employer. She has been inseparable from Kate in recent months, often assisting her as she travels to and from hospital appointments. Now she will have a title and salary that reflects her trusted status.

09 JUNE 2024: Reddit post stating Kate had been seen at the St. Regis in Houston, Texas.

10 JUNE 2024: Rumor then starts that Kate is being treated at MD Houston Cancer Center on Twitter.

Houston Chronicle posts an article with a response by Kensington Palace to the rumor. [archive link]

A rumor that Kate Middleton is being treated at the MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston is false, according to a Kensington Palace representative.  Speculation about the princess' location has grown since she announced her cancer diagnosis in March. She began preventative chemotherapy in February, according to Kensington Palace, with no estimated date of when she might return to public duties.

11 JUNE 2024: Tom Sykes of The Daily Beast, "No Timeframe’ for Kate Middleton’s Return to Royal Duties: Source" [archive link]

Another source, an old friend of the family, said that they thought it would be “bizarre” if Kate appeared on the balcony at Trooping the Colour this weekend having declined to appear for her own regiment a week before. “I think this idea that Kate is suddenly going to pop up on the balcony on Saturday is far-fetched,” they said. “It would be wonderful, of course, but more than slightly bizarre given that she bowed out of the Colonel’s review.” [...] The Daily Beast has reported that Kate may not be seen publicly until next year, while the Daily Mail reported that Kate’s friends have said “we might not see Catherine again until the autumn—and only then if she has recovered fully.” Us Weekly alleged that the Princess of Wales’ team is “reevaluating what she’s going to be able to take on when she comes back.” The palace has dismissed such reports as speculation. Her office has reiterated that she needs “space and time” to convalesce.

13 JUNE 2024: Richard Eden of the Daily Mail writes about Andrew and Royal Lodge:

There has been some suggestion, it is true, that the Prince and Princess of Wales and their three children could move into 30-room Royal Lodge. The Waleses currently live in four-bedroom Adelaide Cottage at Windsor. However, a source close to William and Catherine tells me they are very happy there and have no wish to leave. In due course, they will occupy Windsor Castle. ‘The last thing William and Catherine would want is a load of controversy about their getting another big house,’ says a friend. ‘They already have their large home at Kensington Palace and their Norfolk property, Anmer Hall, in addition to Adelaide Cottage. There was a fair bit of criticism of the cost of renovations to their Kensington Palace home and they would not want to go through all that again.’

Tiktoker said she saw Kate shopping with Charlotte and Louis. [archive link]

Kate Middleton was reportedly seen on a shopping spree with two of her children, Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis, at a popular clothing store. The claim has been made by a TikTok user @lolchesss, on the video platform, who saw the Princess of Wales out and about with her younger ones, Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis. However, she clarified that she didn’t take any photos or videos in a bid to respect her privacy as the future Queen of England continues her public absence amid a cancer battle.

14 JUNE 2024: Kate announces she will attend Trooping the Colour:

Additional commentary regarding Kate's public statement:

(William made a separate statement regarding Kate's "start to engage with the work and projects," as he was not part of Kate's statement.)

Eleanor Hayward, The Times, "Kate’s ‘bad days’ from chemo will be brutally familiar to others" [archive link]

Kate is having preventative chemotherapy, also known as adjuvant chemotherapy. This is when drugs are given to “mop up” and destroy any cancer cells that are lurking in the body after surgery — to prevent cancer spreading or returning in future. Often patients undergoing preventative chemotherapy receive lower doses than those having it as a primary treatment, reducing the extremity of the side-effects. The length of chemotherapy varies from cancer to cancer. Professor Bob Phillips, professor of paediatric oncology at the University of York, said that the timeframe for chemotherapy treatment was “hugely variable”, adding that it was “traditionally between four and six ‘cycles’ of chemo, each cycle lasting 21 days and consisting of a day or few days of chemo”. He added that there would then be “time for the body to recover from it”, while the chemo keeps damaging the cancer cell. Phillips said: “Generally speaking, the healthier someone is before cancer treatment, the closer to optimal the amount of chemo and the gaps between chemo can be. Generally, the younger someone is, the healthier they will be.” [...] He added that preventative chemotherapy can “be given at lower doses and therefore be easier on the patients."

15 JUNE 2024: Kate attends Trooping the Colour and stands on the balcony for the flypast.

Allison Pearson creates a fire storm with her piece, "Our Fair Lady: Princess of Wales’s selfless display was the tonic that Britain needed"

Two words: Thank you. Thank you Princess of Wales for being an absolute trouper and attending Trooping the Colour on a cold, grey day when lesser mortals with your illness would have stayed home, tucked up in their jim-jams. Thank you for sacrificing the privacy that is so much needed to get you back to full health. Thank you for such a show of support for the King, who is not a well man, on his official birthday, and for giving a boost to the wider Royal family – which has sorely lacked star power since you withdrew from public life in January to have major surgery. Thank you for channelling the gamine beauty of Audrey Hepburn in that wow of a white dress with a jaunty, outsize, stripy black-and white bow. You are Our Fair Lady.

16 JUNE 2024: Kensington Palace releases a new photo of William and three kids for Father's Day.

21 JUNE 2024: Kensington Palace releases a new photo of William and three kids for his 42nd birthday.

(No photo was released for Kate's birthday in January.)

Tom Sykes, The Daily Beast, "William and Kate Will ‘Encourage’ Charlotte and Louis to Not Be Working Royals" [archive link]

They were speaking after a report in the Daily Mail said William not only agreed with his father King Charles’ drive to slim down the monarchy but would go even further. The report cited a friend as saying: “When the older members of the family retire, (William) won’t be inviting anyone else to become working royals. It remains to be seen if he will even want his two younger children to be working royals.” The source said of the report, “It’s absolutely true. The option isn’t there for George, of course, but the children have been kept at arm’s length from royal life. They are exposed to the minimum possible publicity, and that is a deliberate strategy to let Charlotte and Louis choose their own destiny.” [...] Critics, of course, will argue that if the couple don’t want the children to take on formal royal duties, they should stop promoting them, and the royal family should stop using them to market itself. The children are often featured in Wales family photos (most recently their Father’s Day snap with William, and Wales promotional videos, such as those released after Trooping the Colour, which featured the kids extensively. Prince Louis’s facial antics have made him a superstar, and similarly Princess Charlotte is seen as a commanding big sister.

22 JUNE 2024: Kensington Palace releases a photo of William, George, Charlotte, and Taylor Swift:

25 JUNE 2024: Sophie, The Duchess of Edinburgh, is seen wearing the Lotus Flower Tiara, which was previously worn by Kate from 2013 to 2022, at the state dinner for Japan. The Lotus Flower Tiara no longer appears to be in the possession of (or loaned out to) Kate.

03 JULY 2024: William attends the Order of the Thistle service in Edinburgh with King Charles & Queen Camilla.

04 JULY 2024: William spotted on a scooter at Windsor Castle.

06 JULY 2024: William attends the Euro quarterfinal between England and Switzerland.

People magazine (US) announces that William will star in a documentary about his short-lived effort, Homewards, this fall. [archive link]

The Prince of Wales' Homewards program, dedicated to ending homelessness, will be featured in a compelling two-part ITV documentary series that will air on ITV1 and ITVX this fall. Titled Prince William: We Can End Homelessness, the series will chronicle the first year of this five-year initiative. Viewers will follow Prince William, 42, as he launches Homewards across the U.K., capturing the stories of individuals currently facing homelessness and those with lived experience.

Last day of school for George, Charlotte, and Louis at Lambrook School until Wednesday, 04 September 2024.

Kate sends a "personal message" to Andy Murray on Twitter.

08 JULY 2024: Ellie Hall publishes "The Disappearing Timeline of Rose Hanbury" for Vulture (New York magazine). [archive link]

As far as royal scandals go, the Rose-William story barely registers on a list that includes the far more sordid (and substantiated) stories of the previous generation of Windsors, such as Squidgygate, the now-King Charles’s infamous tampon comments, and the whole Fergie toe-sucking thing.

The Telegraph posits that The Duchess of Gloucester may present trophies at Wimbledon in Kate's absence. [archive link]

The Duchess of Gloucester has been earmarked as a likely candidate to present the Wimbledon trophies this weekend if the Princess of Wales is unavailable, as she continues her recovery from cancer treatment. All England Club Chair Debbie Jevans told Telegraph Sport in the build-up to the Championships they would give the Princess “as much flexibility as possible” in determining whether she is able to fulfil her ceremonial duties as Club Patron on finals weekend, including leaving a decision until the morning of the women’s final on Saturday.

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[steavia]

on lydia’s past: 1. her parents.

lydia doesn’t remember much about either of her parents, though her mother remains as a more memorable figure in her early childhood, out of the two of them. when mr. rodarte and mrs. quayle moved to the united states from scotland, it was before lydia herself was born.

mrs. quayle could be described as a very troubled woman. anyone who met her could tell that there was something... off about her, to say the least. she went through a great deal of hardship in her life and survived at the expense of her mental health. when she became pregnant with lydia, the pregnancy was unplanned but still very much wanted. in fact, she was more determined than anything to keep the pregnancy in spite of family members’ discouraging her.  after lydia’s birth, her mother suffered severe postpartum depression to the point where she could seldom take care of lydia during her infancy.

mr. rodarte was certainly a doting husband. he assumed the role of his wife’s caregiver, essentially. he was far more focused on his wife’s wellbeing than his own, and when it came to the arrival of lydia, he was focused on their daughter at first. when lydia was a baby, he ensured her survival through infancy during the times mrs. quayle could not care for her daughter. however, once lydia reached the stage where she could walk on her own, his focus returned almost solely to lydia’s mother.

when her parents first moved to the united states, they moved around a good bit before settling in texas. first, they lived in a rural countryside house. they later moved to houston when lydia was a baby.

there are few details lydia recalls about her parents;

she recalls her mother’s gentle voice, how her mother would fawn over her during the times she could provide attention.

she remembers the tears her mother shed as she left young lydia in a crowded public place, promising to return but leaving the job of finding lydia to the houston police. lydia doesn’t know what happened to her mother after that, as she never saw her again.

she remembers her parents’ accents, something that she herself had developed when learning to speak. (though, that eventually faded away after being ostracized by other children in the group home she was sent to.)

she doesn’t remember their faces anymore, and has no keepsakes or photographs left over from them.

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The Angel Of Death (Our Holy Saints Of Death 2)

I find that everyone is more or less the same. Everyone’s engulfed in their own egos and biases about the world. It doesn't matter where I travel.

A few dozen teenagers scattered in my aunt & uncles backyard in a Houston suburb. Everyone was high on weed or nitrous with breaths smelling like beer and or tequila. Police sirens blared throughout my relative’s home and to the neighbors next door. The sounds of a local gangbanger rapping over a drill beat about selling drugs and killing people blaring on the speakers. 

Everyone ran out the back or hopped a fence to neighboring houses. I was high off a cocktail of drugs and it was all a blur. I passed out. I woke in a hospital with my uncle yelling at someone on his phone next to my bed. 

“She’s wild. Out of control. We can’t have her around the kids. They look up to her and she then she does shit like this. She’s gotta go.” 

“No. Dad please. Nobody got hurt. She didn’t do anything wrong.” Said Maria, their youngest daughter. 

“She embarrassed us infront of our neighbors. Our lives are practically ruined. I know they’re talking shit about us in their groupchats. Excuse my language.” 

“You’re so dramatic tio.” 

“Girl.” 

He walked off and his boots clacked as he knocked over a tray of food by the table next to my bed. It looked like something a guy vomited at the party last night which made my stomach tense up. The smell was a mixture of diarrhea, tamales and Modelos which refused to be forgotten by my nostrils. It made me want to faint. 

My room was the size of a one bedroom apartment. Outside the window was a view of downtown Houston from the third story of the hospital. My aunt cried as my cousin wrapped her arms around her. 

“Valentina, are you okay?” Said Jane. 

“What happened?”

“You passed out in the backyard when the police came to break up your party. You looked like you were dead so they called an ambulance for you.” 

“You had us worried sick. Your parents are having a mental breakdown because of you.” 

“Have they tried praying away the stress?”

“Not now.” 

“They don’t really believe in mental health so I don’t even think they see it as a mental breakdown. It’s probably the devil or some stupid bullshit like that.” 

“Now’s not the time for your snarky disrespectful teenage nonsense. You’re leaving for Mexico city tomorrow afternoon. We already booked your flight for you.” 

“I’m sorry. I tried to tell my parents to give you another chance but they won’t listen.” 

I couldn’t care less. I hated it here in America. The people in Texas were fat, racist, dumb and southern hospitality only extended to white people. Houston was supposed to be some sort of liberal utopia compared to the rest of Texas but the average person here were awful too. They used the word “Mexican” like it was a slur. The food here was covered in oils and butter with major portions. I loved making money in dollars by scamming, shoplifting, robbing and selling drugs. I made over thirty thousand USD in the 4 months that I’ve been here which should be enough to pay for my college tuition.

The only thing I’ll miss about this godforsaken country filled with gullible entitled low IQ losers is how easy it is to make money. There���s always a new method around the corner. I hear Americans complain about immigrants stealing their jobs or making some sort of excuse for being poor but the fact of the matter is that most of them are entitled, lazy and stupid. Most of my Mexican relatives here were poor, uneducated and exceptionally dumb but they always had a way to make money. If the people of this country get beaten in the job market by people like that then the problem is them but of course most of these idiots can’t admit that to themselves so they have to resort to racism and xenophobia. 

I saw some people using the same rhetoric in Mexico but towards the slew of so-called digital nomads gentrifying parts of the city and to dehumanize migrants from south or central America. 

I ate a mega-dose of edibles and did whippets last week. I couldn’t stop thinking about how America was a dying empire. I kept seeing visions of buildings on fire, people rioting and political extremists fighting one another near government buildings. My mom used to think I was a mystic but she did a 180 once I started acting out around the time uncle Paulito got released from jail. He was sentenced to twelve years in prison for sexually assaulting a college freshman walking home from class. His defense was that the 18 year old shouldn’t be dressing in such a skimpy fit if she didn’t want that kind of attention from women. She wore a white tank top, white tennis shoes and skin tight jeans. I was shocked when my parents took his side. My mom believed that he was misguided and needed to repent in the eyes of the lord. My dad believed that the girl was lying and that she was trying to get men in trouble by dressing that way. 

I had some resentment towards my parents for being such meek religious pushovers but I couldn’t take them seriously after this whole situation unfolded. The sex pest uncle needed a place to stay after prison so my parents offered to take him in. I was 12 years old at the time. The little respect I had left for them disappeared and I started hanging out with the burnout kids. After a few weeks I realized they were a bunch of morons who were more concerned with getting high and looking cool than actually accomplishing anything. 

My goal since I was a child was to become a millionaire and I didn’t care how I’d do it. I know I didn’t want to be poor like most of the people in my family or working class like my parents who lived paycheck to paycheck throughout their lives. 

They both worked 12 hours a day while my grandma looked after me and they always preached hard work despite never being able to move out of the slum they grew up in. Neither of them have ever missed a day of work and they were never late. Mom worked various retail jobs throughout my life and dad always worked some sort of strenuous manual labor job. 

She had some sort of personality disorder which she sought 0 professional help for and dad’s knees are on the verge of giving out. They both have chronic lower back pain and they don’t have any medical insurance. They both opted out of seeing a doctor and instead resorted to this faith healer they met at church when I was a child. They have the two of them rub essential oils on their backs then have them recite some prayers. My parents thought they were cured but the crippling pain returned every few weeks. The catholic shaman suggested a visit every couple of weeks where he would sell the overpriced oils and unlicensed massage services. Mom loved these services while others.

I arrived at Mexico city international airport with nothing but my backpack full of clothes and a bunch of cash and weed carts in a hidden book safe mixed with a bunch of American snacks in my luggage. 

Mom, dad and aunt Viviana were waiting for me. She wore a black satin dress, Louis vuitton millionaire sunglasses and red Louboutin heels. She had a red Chanel classic handbag and had gold jewelry on each wrist, finger, ankle and wore a gold Tiffany curb chain necklace. Heads turned as she ran towards me to give me the tightest hug I’ve ever received in my life. 

The smell of vanilla and flowers overpowered my nostrils. 

“Oh my God Valentina baby I missed you so much.” 

I teared up. I hated just about everyone in my fucked up dysfunctional family but she was my favorite aunt because she’s hands down the coolest person I know. During elementary school when the teachers asked the class what they wanted to be when they grew up, I said I wanted to be like her. I looked up to her because she made it out of that slum my kin were stuck in. She’s also the prettiest and best dressed person I know. Most of the girls in Tepito knew her and looked up to her. My parents resented her because they thought aunt Viviana was a bad influence and they believed that she worshiped the devil or she was some sort of evil witch. 

“Get in the car right now. We have so much to talk about.” 

“We were so worried about you. Oh dear lord what’s gotten into our precious daughter.” Said mom as she clasped her hands together with a rosary in her hand. 

“Ease up on the poor girl. She just got off a flight and she was just discharged from the hospital. Are you hungry?” 

“The food here is overpriced. We have food at home.” Said dad. 

“You’re such a cheapskate. I’ll pay for our meal.” 

“No. You’re not gonna reward this hoodlum after what she’s put our family through.” 

“I’m starving but I don’t want any American food. I’m sick of it and it made me fat.”

“Girl don’t be ridiculous. You look skinny. Anyway, let's stop by the taqueria near the house. They have some decent tacos.” 

“No. She’s gonna march in her room and she’s gonna stay there until she learns her lesson.” 

“What the hell is wrong with you big brother? That’s child abuse your weird old man. You look like a gay pornstar from the 1980’s with that mustache and mullet combo. No wonder your daughter doesn’t respect you.” 

“She’s our child and we’re gonna do whatever we want with her. And don’t talk about adult stuff around her.” 

“I hate you. I wish I lived with aunt Viv.” 

“You don’t want to live with me.” 

“Yeah she probably has a bunch of weird guys coming in and out of her house.” 

“Oh so now that’s a problem but not when you let that pedo uncle stay with us?” 

“He’s family. He said that girl was lying and we believe him.” Said mom.

“Then why did he go to prison?” 

“Because the criminal justice system in Mexico is broken and our country wants to be like America so bad that we started adopting that evil woke culture of theirs where women can do no wrong and all men are evil.” 

“Mom, you don’t seriously believe that.” 

“It’s true. Even if he really did it then he already paid his dues in the eyes of the law and he said he’s been heavily devoting himself to Christ.” 

“Oh right because religious people definitely aren’t weird pedos and sex criminals.” 

“That’s enough. What’s gotten into this daughter of ours. Goodness. I’ll pray for you even harder tonight.” 

“You can pray all you want. I’ll always hate that abusive pedo pig and I know he’ll never change because people like that never really do.” 

“Let’s all calm down. Let me grab some coffee with my niece somewhere in the airport while you two go somewhere to cool off too.” 

My parents agreed even though they bickered with one another over what they should do with me. Auntie talked to me about being less reckless about my activities and to stop wasting my time with petty schemes. She told me that I needed to surround myself with powerful and successful people, especially men. They told me not to waste my time with loser boys because they’re going to leave me broke, heartbroken and probably pregnant with little financial support. 

Whenever I asked her what she did for a living and how she made it out of the slums, she would always change the topic. 

“Once you’re grown, I’ll tell you.” 

Everyone suspected she was some sort of high end escort and had more than a handful of rich sugar daddies who funded her lifestyle. On her social media pages, she always posted about being in some foreign country and she always stayed at 4 or 5 star hotels.

I wouldn’t judge her if that was her line of work but that’s not something I could ever do. I despised being around men for any meaningful amount of time and I hated catering to them. She thinks of me as her sweet niece who’s straying from the right path but I’ve known since I was a child that I would never become some corn functional members of society like my parents because they do exactly as they’re told and what’s expected of them based on what Mexican culture dictates but it gets them nowhere meaningful. 

They go to church every Sunday and they’re still the most miserable, hateful and unlikable people I’ve ever known but they mask their bullshit behaviors under layers of superficial kindness, compassion and empathy. Most of the people from the shitty church are just like them too. The pastor seemed like some sort of predator or abuser too. He glanced at me all the time and he even made a comment to my parents about me developing into a beautiful woman while looking at my breasts. When I told mom and dad about it, they told me to not wear such revealing clothes next time we’re in church. I wore jeans, sneakers and a long sleeve tank top which didn’t even reveal any of my body parts outside of a tiny bit of my lower stomach. 

I had enough money saved up to move out and I made a plan to rent a place in Polanco using an identity I stole from a person in Katy, Texas. I was at a Walmart parking lot and this woman was screaming at the top of her lungs while flailing her arms. A bunch of her stuff spilled onto the parking lots as she ran away from security. I picked up her wallet which had her driver’s license and social security number. I tried looking her up but couldn’t find any information outside of an inactive facebook page where the last post was complaining about her being potentially homeless. They had a terrible credit score and seemed to be deeply in debt. I used these pieces of ID to open a bank account with a credit union which had terrible security. I did cashapp flips and other petty scams on social media. They’d transfer the money to my friend’s account who was a pro at bank drops and he’d send the money around until it got to my account. I had 22790 USD on this account after spending a few months in America. 

I learned about scamming on social media after this guy at a party my bestie threw kept trying to recruit people to work on his credit card fraud scheme. I befriended the guy, partied with him and through the information he gave me I was able to learn how to figure things out on my own. He told me which sites to go to where I could learn about the industry and some of them were on the clearnet while others on the dark web which seemed scary to me at first but it was actually pretty tame compared to what the media reported on because most of the things I saw were related to drugs or fraud. Pedophilia and gore were also huge on the darknet but there weren’t really any sort of hitman for hire services or red rooms because according to one user from the fraud forums I browsed it was too hot due to the authorities cracking down heavily on that type of behavior. 

“Girl what’s been going on with you?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I heard you were doing all types of drugs. Word is you’re doing other stuff too.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Oh c’mon. You know you can talk to me. Your family in Texas told us they heard you sold drugs, shoplifted, scammed and did all sorts of stuff.” 

“If I did then I shouldn’t talk about it right.” 

“You can talk to me about anything. I wouldn’t judge you for it.” 

“I sold drugs. Scammed some people online. I shoplifted and did credit card fraud. I stole some person’s identity and I’m going to use it to rent a nice apartment somewhere in CDMX.” 

“Wow you’re crazy. Don’t use someone else’s identity. You’ll probably get caught. Nobody’s going to believe you’re an adult.” 

“I can’t live with my parents anymore. I hate them so much.” 

“There’s no way they’ll let you live on your own.” 

“Well I think now they will. They seem like they hate my guts.” 

“If they say no then they’ll get the police involved, they’ll find you and then arrest you for stealing someone’s identity.” 

“I think I’ll actually kill uncle pedo if he looks at me the wrong way.” 

“I asked your parents if I could be your guardian. Your mom seemed like she was on the fence about it but your day outright refused. If they let you move out then I’ll rent an apartment under my name.” 

I hugged her. She always came through for me when I needed her the most. I loved her more than anyone or anything in the world. 

As soon as I got home I started packing as many of the things I needed into my luggage and backpack. I resented most of my clothes after moving to America because I got them from the market near Tepito and they seemed cheap now that I got a taste of the brands Americans liked. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m moving out dad. Don’t try to stop me.” 

“Where are you gonna go? Who are you staying with?” 

“That’s none of your business.” 

“None of our business? You’re our fucking daughter.” 

“Language honey.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“I have enough money to stay at Airbnb’s and hotels.” 

“What about school?”

“I’ll still go to school. Don’t worry. I’ll get a college degree. I don’t want to end up working low wage jobs like the two of you.” 

Dad grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me. I pushed him off me and grabbed the pepper spray from my purse. He dropped to the ground streaming in pain. My eyes teared up. The smell was unbearable. I grabbed my backpack and ran out. A cab was parked a block away and I got inside then told the driver to get me to the city center as fast as he could. 

I’m at a 4 star hotel near the airport. I used a stolen credit card I bought of a site to book a room for a night. I’m messaging a bunch of weird men on my fake social media accounts. One of them offered to pay for my flight and accommodation to Cancun. Another one said they would fly me out to Los Angeles to have dinner. 

I paced around my hotel room as a reggaeton playlist I made was blaring through my portable speakers. I lost track of how many times I took a puff from my mango flavored vape. I got 7 missed calls from mom and aunty Viviana messaged me an hour ago. A plane took off and my eyes were drawn to it. I needed a break from Mexico city. I’ve only been to the surrounding areas and my parents took the family to Guadalajara when I was 6 years old. I wanted to go to a place with lots of tourists so I could scam them without feeling any remorse, especially if they were American. Aunt called me and a pit in my stomach made me answer even tho I wanted to ignore her. 

“Oh my god baby girl what the hell happened?”

“Dad was getting handsy with me so I pepper sprayed him. “

“You’re crazy.” 

“I thought he was gonna hit me or something and I wasn’t about to let that weird old man do that to me.” 

“Where are you now?”

“I’m at a hotel. I have to leave the city for a bit because I can’t be around them.” 

“Where are you going?”

“I might be going to Cancun.” 

“I’m there right now for the next few weeks. Come visit me.” 

“I don’t want to bother you.” 

“Don’t be ridiculous.. You know I’d do anything for you.” 

I’m at the Cancun international airport and from a distance I saw the only family member I trust with a brooding and bald muscular man who was about 5 '9 wearing jorts, wheat colored work boots and a white tank top. She ran towards me while wearing her white designer platform sneakers and athleisure clothes. 

“Oh my god you poor thing. I’m sorry I look so gross. I just got done working out.” 

“Stop fishing for compliments babe. You know you look hot.”

“Ew shut up. You’re being weird and gross.”

They were side by side and he proceeded to grab her by the hips then pulled her towards him but she pushed him away. Her face was red as she started smacking him in the face. 

“Go be useful and throw this bottle in the trash.” 

“Who’s your friend?” 

“That’s Gabriel. He’s like my boyfriend or something like that.” 

“Yo babe check this out. Kobe.” 

He was about 12 feet away from the recycling bin as he did a jump shot like he was in a basketball game. The bottle flew past the bin and hit a baby in a stroller. It was getting pushed by a woman passing by. The screams of the crying infant verberated throughout the airport. He ran the opposite direction. 

“He is such a fucking idiot. I’m sorry babe.” 

“He’s kinda funny.” 

“He’s fun to laugh at because he’s so dumb. More like a court jester instead of a standup comedian.” 

“He’s pretty swole.” 

“He’s the beefiest guy I’ve ever been with. I usually go for skinny guys but he’s different.” 

“Aw you like him.”

“Ew don’t be weird.” 

A group of tourists with American accents started yelling at a front desk agent in English. That along with the crying children grated my ears. 

“Why are you crying?” 

“I don’t know. There’s just so much going on right now. All the stuff happening at the airport is making my head spin.” 

“Ok let’s get out of here. First I gotta find that roided oaf. He drove me here.” 

There were signs all over the airport about the A/C not working. The smell of sweaty people made me want to faint. I stepped out to vape while aunty was on the phone yelling at her man. My hands were shaking. Shivers went throughout my body. I tried to do some deep breathing exercises I learned from a therapist I saw for 1 session in America. My gay friend Diego wouldn’t shut up about therapy whenever we smoked and he went on about how life changing it was. It didn’t really do much for me. I felt like I was paying someone to listen to me bitch about my problems. Whenever the mental health professional offered me solutions to my problems, it made me feel angry and bitter. It was condescending to think that some breathing exercises and worksheets could fix my dysfunctional family. My independent self didn’t need some old person who got paid 200$ an hour telling them that their feelings were valid and that all I needed to do was to love and accept myself then move on. I figured that out on my own when I was a child. The whole thing was a waste of money. No amount of sessions would get rid of my violent urge to kill all the losers in my stupid fucked up family. 

“Where the fuck were you?” 

“Sorry babe I had to get some KFC. I needed the protein. It’s been 3 hours since I’ve eaten anything and I felt my body go catabolic.” 

“You stupid meathead. You made my niece wait in this hot ass airport with all these weird nasty people.” 

“I said I was sorry babe. I’ll drive extra fast to make up for it.” 

“You’ll get us killed.” 

“I’ll fast and furious this shit. Don’t worry about it.” 

We’re on the highway and Gabriel’s going about 120 mph on his dodge charger. Aunty yelled at him throughout the whole ride and told him to slow down but he just kept laughing at her. I zoned out and the whole ride felt like a blur. I couldn’t stop thinking about my next move. Scenarios about reconciling with mom and dad replayed in my head. As much as I hated the two of them, there’s a part of me that believes they can change. My catholic upbringing made it hard for me to see anyone as irredeemable even though I know that there are people who are so fucked up that they don’t deserve to roam around free because they’re a bunch of abusive and predatory assholes with no will to change. 

“You can stay here for as long as you want until things die down with your parents.” 

“Wait really? Babe we never talked about this.” 

“This is my apartment. You don’t even pay rent.”

“Yeah but still.” 

“We have a guest room for a reason.” 

“Thanks for the offer aunty but I can’t stay here for too long. I need some time alone to think things through.”

“Where are you gonna go? What are you gonna do?” 

I didn’t have a plan. I had no idea what I was doing and I had to constantly remind myself that I wasn’t in Mexico city anymore. It was nice to be around someone familiar but I don’t want to be a drain on the only person in this world that I loved and respected. 

“I’ll stay with friends in Guadalajara. I always loved it there.” 

“Let’s grab something to eat first. There’s this great Korean spot a few blocks from here. You like Asian food right?” 

We’re eating Korean barbecue and this hole in the wall restaurant. There was an assortment of Japanese decorations all over the place. The employees were a mix of Mexican and Chinese immigrants because I heard the Asian workers speak Mandarin. The food was fine. The Kimchi tasted like it was store bought. The food here was nothing like what I experienced in Texas. It seemed like a watered down version of any sort of Asian food I’ve tasted. The menu was filled with Mexican and Asian fusion foods. There wasn’t anything too unappetizing but they sold sushi burritos which made me nauseous. Apparently it was one of the most popular sellers on their menu because I saw more than a handful of people enjoying it. 

I felt uncomfortable being the third wheel to my aunt and her partner. She tried her best to include me into each conversation they had but I couldn’t muster anything other than one word or short responses. I wanted to crawl up in a ball and die. She seemed gleeful in their arguments with one another. They reminded me of an elder couple who were lost in their own little world and exhausted every possible conversation available so they spent most of their time arguing over little things. I’ve never seen her expressing this many emotions over a man. She always told me that she saw men as nothing but piggybanks who were incapable of ever loving a woman in a way they deserved. It didn’t seem like a great way to think about half the world population and I felt like I would be miserable if I ever believed in something similar. Throughout my life I saw aunt Viv as a strong and independent figure but there were times where it felt like it was a mask. She would slip up and I’d often think about how lonely she must feel underneath it all. She always expressed to me that romantic love was a delusion created by men to keep women subservient and that anyone who believed in the notion was a fool. Even if she was right, I always told myself that I would break the rules and make myself the dominant one of a relationship. I wanted to be the center of a man’s universe where they served me and fulfilled every desire. This wouldn’t seem like love to most people but others' opinions of my life bore no importance to me since most people were selfish and self-important. Every thought or belief was an expression of somebody’s biased worldview and life experiences which shouldn’t affect me at all since these weren’t concrete truths. 

In my home life my parents bombarded me with made up rules and imposed stupid standards on me under the guise of religion and culture. Their friends at church were also gossipy and judgmental control freaks who felt the need to have an opinion over every little thing. They were morally righteous but turned a blind eye to everyone in their circles who went against these principles and made every excuse imaginable for these people. More than a handful of people from the church were exposed for being predator, abusive, creepy and I’m pretty sure at least half of them were pedophiles because whenever I played with the other kids during Sunday school, we’d make fun of all the weird touchy adults which was almost the entire congregation. 

One 12 year old boy killed himself after accusing another member of molesting him in the parking lot during a bake sale while everyone was indoors. The 50 year old man and father of 2 boys and 1 girl within similar age ranges lured the preteen into his car by asking for help unloading boxes then pinned him down in the backseat. He told his parents who went to the pastor but he asked for proof and that family wasn’t able to provide any so they were ostracized from the church for causing drama as the members there put it. A handful of boys came forward to say that the same man rubbed their shoulders or legs inappropriately but most of the adults agreed that it was just part of Mexican culture. The rapist’s name was Alexandre Alejandro Flores and he attended mass every Sunday with his family. Some of the members urged their kids to keep a distance from the man but nobody ever spoke up or confronted them about it. The kids called the man Lex the pest and bullied his kids relentlessly. Word got around to the middle school they attended and kids would throw rotten fruits at them during lunch, stuffed them into lockers and physically assaulted them during recess or after school while they waited for the bus. 

Gabriel started flexing his biceps after fixing his plate of mongolian beef, korean fried chicken and rice. Viviana was fixated on his arms. 

“You’re so weird.” 

“C’mon look at how freaky my arms look. All veiny after the gym”

“You’re embarrassing us. There are people everywhere.” 

“They’re not even looking over here. Maybe if I did a front double bi.” 

She started punching his arm and smacking his head as he swatted her hands away. 

“Is everything ok with your meal sir?” 

“We’re ready to go.” 

I offered to pay for the meal but she pulled my hand away from my purse as I reached for my wallet. She always insisted that men pay for meals and just about everything for a woman because they invented those stupid bogus chivalrous rules to subjugate women under the guise of doing nice for them and everything was set up against the feminine so it was the least they could do. I agreed with her and I always expected every guy I went out with to pay for me even if we’re just friends hanging out. When they asked me to pay an equal share then I’d tell them everything is inherently biased against my gender and if they argued with me I would never speak to them again. 

While in the car, she leaned in and placed her head on his shoulders. It made me teary eyed that somebody as jaded as my aunt found some variation of love even though she wouldn’t ever admit that she loved him. I wanted a guy who was similar but with a nice full head of hair, a prettier face and a higher IQ. 

As soon as we got back to the apartment, the bald man jumped on the couch then sprawled out as he unbuckled his belt. 

“You’re being gross. Go do that shit in our room.” 

“This is my home. I can do whatever the fuck I want.” 

She threw her purse at him and the two of them headed to their room where I heard a lot of shouting. After a few minutes they went silent. I sat on the couch scrolling through my phone. My mind went blank from all the options I had. On one hand I liked that I was free from my parents but I hated the way things played out because I was gonna miss all my friends from middle school. I was a little excited to start high school and I was sad I wouldn’t see my friends. I wanted to tell Sarah about all the money I made and all the cute boys I hooked up with in Texas. I wanted to know if Maria was still stuck in her on and off toxic relationship with Jose. Some days I wanted to be an average teenager but I knew that’s not the path God laid out for me. 

I worried about aunty and hoped she wasn’t getting murdered so I knocked on the door. When she opened it I saw a 4 foot statue of a skeletal grim reaper with mini statues, flowers, tequila and chocolate on an altar next to the bed. Her hair was disheveled and her face flushed as she cleared her throat.

“Is everything ok girlie?” 

“Yeah I was just checking to see if everything’s fine on your end because it was too quiet.” 

“Everything’s fine. We were just talking things out.” 

He laid on the bed and snored so loud I could hear faint sounds of it while I was in the kitchen. 

“I’m gonna head out and get some things at the market.” 

In the living room I paced around while taking a puff from my weed cartridge every few minutes as I looked at the TV which was on the local news. They talked about a local police officer getting murdered and how it could be linked to the cartel. They showed a video of the man’s corpse on the side of the road with two bullet wounds in the chest but his face was blurred. 

My brain was stuck in a loop of thinking about whether or not I should live the life of a traveling scammer vagabond going from one foreign country to another or whether I should go back home and try to salvage the situation with my parents. I truly wanted to do well in school and get into a top Mexican university to study computer science because I didn’t want to end up in a cycle of poverty and work menial jobs like my parents. 

After pacing for what felt like hours, my body was exhausted and I was couch locked. My stomach grumbled but I didn’t want to get food. Even getting up and going to check if there was food in the fridge seemed like an impossible task. 

“Where’d your aunt go?” 

“She said she went out to get something at the market.” 

“It’s dark out. She shoulda been back by now. She’s not answering my texts or picking up the phone.” 

I spaced out on the couch looking at the ceiling while the short stocky brute stepped out of the apartment. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. 

I woke up to Gabriel yelling. 

“Is everything ok?” 

“I can’t find Vivianna. I called everyone we know and drove around town.” 

“Maybe she’s busy with something.” 

“She’s never gone more than a few hours without at least texting me.” 

My mind replayed a conversation I had with her where she talked about how she kept weird men online company for money. I assumed she was doing some form of online sex woke but she was probably too embarrassed to outright say it and she probably felt like I was too young to talk to about something like that. She complained about having to deal with strange men being obsessed with her. She claimed that a few of them were stalking them but that she felt safe with Gabriel by her side. Auntie told me that most people online were a bunch of nerds who were all talk and she felt confident that she could handle them if they ever tried to confront her in person. 

The TV was still on and the weather person talked about cloud skies in the morning and afternoon. 

“I’ve been up all night and I don’t know what to do.” 

“Should we call the police or something?”

“She hated the police and she wouldn’t want that.” 

“I’m sure she’s fine. She disappears from time to time. I’m sure she’s ok somewhere.” 

My stomach grumbled loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“Are you hungry or something?” 

“Yeah I haven’t eaten since we went to the restaurant.” 

“We can head to that cafe the two of us usually go to a few blocks away. Maybe someone there might be able to help us. They know her over there.”

I ordered an iced coffee and chocolate croissant as the man went around talking to the workers and the people at the shop. 

“Nobody knows anything. Somebody mentioned hearing about the police finding a dead body by the tourist area with all the 4 star hotels.” 

I coughed as crumbs of the croissant littered my lap and spread throughout the table. 

“Do you think it was her?” 

“I knew I shouldn’t have fallen asleep and went with her to the store.” 

“This isn’t your fault. Maybe she’s just busy meeting with friends.” 

“She would never go off somewhere without telling me. I’m such a useless idiot.” 

The image of such a muscular man displaying this much emotion made me want to burst out into laughter but I didn’t want to be cruel and insensitive. He reminded me of some of my gay friends but I don’t think my aunt's boyfriend was a homosexual. Maybe he was bisexual or just a really emotional metrosexual man from all the exogenous hormones he injected in his body. 

I learned how to take over people’s phones and machines using a method my online hacker friend showed me. It was easy enough to get people to download a pdf file or open a phishing link but it made me feel creepy doing that to people I know. I have this urge to know everything about everyone around me at all times. I imagined what that one therapist would tell me and how it was some sort of defense mechanism I developed from years of childhood trauma. When I took over my creepy uncle’s laptop, I found out that he spent all of his time online looking up porn with barely legal teens. I didn’t find any sort of illegal material involving minors but I think that’s because he was a lot more careful with his sex crimes rather than him not having the urge to look at underage girls.  

“Now landing in Mexico City. The local time is 1:30 p.m. The weather is gloomy with heavy rain in the evening. I hope you enjoyed your flight folks and have a wonderful day.” 

It’s been over a year since I returned to this city. I spent a year in Cancun scamming tourists and doing various other schemes. I had a credit card fraud ring running where I paid taxi drivers and minimum wage employees working in shops around touristy areas to install skimmers. 

I hated these stupid gringos coming into Mexico and treating it like their personal playground. Most of them were poor or middle class at best but they walked around this country with an air of superiority. They didn’t bother learning the language or the customs and they looked down on the locals. The banks gave them their money back after a few weeks so there was no harm and no foul. I saw what I did as karma for gentrifying cities and shitting them up like a bunch of pale faced rats who reeked of mayonnaise. 

I made over 600 thousand USD over the course of the year. It made me feel good knowing I’d never have to work another day in my life in the next 5 years. I invested the money in some local businesses to clean the money. I owned a laundromat, 2 taco stands, an ice cream truck and I owned half the stores at the flea market 4 blocks from Zona Hotelra. All the beauty, home decor, electronics and vintage clothing stores belonged to me. I would use the cards I got from the tourists to buy merchandise then hire locals to run the stores. I’d pay them double the market rate. I also used clone cards to withdraw money from ATMs. Most of the cops in the city were crooked and easily bought off. Gabriel helped me with the business. Underneath his goofy and airheaded personality was a personable and charismatic leader that a lot of the locals looked up to. He had this ability to hyperfocus on any task put in front of him. He abused adderall but since I went through a 1 gram weed cartridge each day, I wasn’t in any position to judge him. 

“Valentina. Is that you? You look like a grown ass woman.” Said Maria. 

I kept in touch with Maria and Sarah because they were my two closest friends since elementary school. Maria was done with Jose and she’s obsessed with Kpop now. There’s a college guy from Korea named Andrew that she won’t shut up about. Maria was busy with school and working at her parent’s convenient store. I told her about the money I was making and I was gonna ask her to work for me because she seemed tired from having to deal with her parents. 

We went to a starbucks in the airport because the girls were dying for coffee since they said they barely slept after partying the night before. 

“I heard you were like a cartel drug boss or something.” Said Maria. 

“Girl shut up. Don’t talk about that here.” 

“It’s so loud and busy here. Nobody’s gonna hear us.” 

“I’m not in any cartel. That’s crazy.” 

“You keep flexing crazy amounts of cash in our group chats and you’re always high as fuck of those fire ass weed carts.” 

“Do you know where I could get some adderall?” Said Sarah. 

“Bitch what the fuck? Isn’t that stuff like Meth or something.” 

“I need it for my ADHD and there’s a supply shortage right now so it’s hard to get some.” 

“That shit isn’t real. You spend too much time online on those kpop spaces and that’s why you’re all retarded now.” 

“You’re so fucking dumb.” 

Sarah grabbed her blueberry muffin and licked it. 

“Ew you’re fucking nasty fuck you.” 

Everyone’s sweating in this one bedroom apartment full of strangers. I heard about Chino but wasn’t too familiar with the others. He seemed a little naive but I could tell by his dead eyes that he’s killed someone before or at the very least gone through severe traumas. Once you murder somebody it leaves off this tell. I’m not sure if other killers developed similar abilities or if it was just me. 

He looked like one of those Kpop idols in the face but he had Lucha's body. 

There are exceptions to the rule of course like Leo who was so clean cut and mild mannered that one would think he worked at an office. He could kill someone without blinking and it didn’t seem like he felt bad about anything he did. He always claimed to be motivated by something divine and what he did was whatever was best for humanity. The deeper you peeled the layers behind that man, the more insane he seemed but he was a good person deep down. 

This old bastard won’t shut up and as soon as I saw the opening, I pulled my gun out and put a few bullets through his skull.

That look on my future husband’s face gave away that he had a weak stomach. He was no longer in the room with us mentally, emotionally or spiritually. I held him and pressed his head against my chest. He sniffled and his soft skin pressed against mine made my pussy soaking wet. 

After the cleanup crew arrived, I asked him if he wanted to come to my place and hang out. As soon as we got to my place, I grabbed his cock and leaned in for a kiss. He didn’t hesitate to kiss me back and press me against a wall. 

Once our first session was done, we smoked a blunt and some cigarettes then went on until I ran out of condoms. I didn’t want him to leave, even if it was to go to the convenience store across the street. I told him to fuck me raw. I didn’t care if he got me pregnant. He’s mine. Nobody else could have him other than me and anyone who tried to steal him from me deserved to get their ass beaten or murdered. 

I remembered Maria telling me that with some guys you just know they’re husband and baby daddy material. She considered herself a love witch who worshiped La Santa Muerte in the red aspect along with Aphrodite and when she told me that I thought she was a dumb delusional weirdo but seeing how some men fall in love with her within minutes of meeting them changed my mind. One man left his family and gave her his month salary just to take her out. She didn’t even care. The man tried to rob a bank to afford her attention but he was in jail. She wrote him a letter from time to time because in her words he was a useful idiot who would do anything for her no matter how she treated him. Maria had at least a dozen men at her disposal at any given time. She was the ugly duckling for most of her life but then she started experimenting with witchcraft and glamour magick then out of nowhere she looked like an Instagram model. People accused her of using filters or photoshopping all her pictures online but once they met her, they realized that her skin glows naturally and her curves are natural. I texted her about Chino while we were in a cab on the way to my apartment and she told me he was the one for me. I trusted this evil witch with anything related to love, lust and men. 

His voice, hair, body and the way he carried himself gave me butterflies in my stomach. If I saw he walking around then I would think he was nothing but another self-absorbed gym rat douche but Willie told me that he was battling homelessness, mentally ill and came from a dysfunctional family which made me want to take care of him in a way that nobody else could. He told me how selfless he was and how he’d help the homeless. 

I've only been with a handful of guys and they were all the same. They didn’t understand the concept of empathy or compassion and they were self-absorbed no matter how big, tall or how they presented themselves. One guy was a sensitive artistic type who turned out to be a covert narcissist and pathological liar who’s manipulate girls into sleeping with him by pretending to be in tune with his emotions but once you got to know him, he was just another egotistical asshole. Another guy was a gym rat who surprisingly had a big thick cock but his entire life revolved around the gym and he spent more time posing in front of a mirror then nurturing an interesting personality. 

The last guy I was with was a tall, skinny and average looking nerdy type of guy who was studying to be a doctor. He was smart but after the honeymoon period, he did everything he could to make everything about him. Everything was a weird power game. I picked up on it after 3 weeks of dating him. Whenever he felt threatened by a guy he’d single out something that he thought was would make that person insecure then harp on it until he felt like he got one over on them. It was fun at first but he kept doing it and it made me think he was an annoying insecure loser. He was lousy in bed and had a long skinny dick which felt like a pencil going in and out of my vagina. 

He held me in bed and I felt so safe. 

“You keep staring at the scar on my stomach.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” 

A wave of disgust overcame me as the tone of voice never came out of my mouth for anyone ever before. 

His dick was the perfect size. Girthy and long enough to rub my cervix. He ate my pussy like nobody I’ve ever met and I’ve hooked up with two girls. Once when I was drunk at a party and wanted to know what it felt like and another time I dated this gorgeous half Mexican and half Colombian model for about 3 weeks until breaking up with her because she was too obsessed with me. She stalked me and everyone I knew. She wouldn’t let me have any friends and she would install spyware on all my devices to track me. It was fun for a week and then it became overwhelming. That sort of behavior is only fun when I do it to someone else. 

“Does it freak you out?” 

“No I like it.” 

“You don’t have to lie to me.” 

“I’m being serious. I think it looks good. Honestly. How did you get it?” 

“My dad used to beat my mom whenever he had a bad day. I stood up for her and it pissed him off even more so he beat the hell out of me.” 

I held him closer to me but he pushed away. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to dump that on you.” 

“I was the one who asked about it.” 

“It was weird of me to bring it up.” 

“I don’t think it was. I’m actually flattered that you would be comfortable enough to share that with me.” 

“I barely know you.” 

“I mean you saw me kill a person in front of you. That’s a really intimate thing to share with someone.” 

“You’re funny.” 

“Was that your first time ever seeing someone get killed?” 

“Not really. I’ve seen people get stabbed or beaten to death while I was homeless. The more I see it, the harder it gets for me to witness.” 

“Why? Isn’t it usually the opposite?” 

“Life is the most precious thing on this planet. Nobody really has the right to take that away from anyone.” 

“You picked the wrong line of work.” 

“I’m trying to change things.” 

“So what do you think of a murderer like me?” 

“People are more than the things they do. Nobody’s irredeemable.” 

“I go against everything you stand for.” 

“To be honest, that guy seemed like a massive piece of shit. He probably deserved to die.” 

“So some people are more worthy of livin than others.” 

“There are always exceptions to the rules.” 

“I know. I was just messing with you.” 

“I hate when you do that.” 

“I’m sorry.”

What’s wrong with me. I don’t apologize to anyone ever. Something about his presence turned me into a different person. I knew that he could snap my head in half with his bare hands without trying but it made me feel special knowing he would never do something like that to me. Deep underneath his sweet exterior, I sensed a great deal of rage and trauma waiting to be unleashed. I can’t wait to witness that so long as it isn’t directed at me. If it came to it, I could kill him with no hesitation but I know it would eat me up inside afterwards. I’d miss seeing his cute face, his big juicy cock and that talented tongue of his. 

I’ve known this guy for less than a day but I knew he was going to be an important person in my life. If he ghosted me I would murder him. 

“You seemed so natural doing what you did.” 

“They don’t call me the angel of death for nothing.” 

“How did you get that nickname?” 

“I’m the best sicaria in all of Mexico.” 

“That’s bold of you to say.” 

“It’s not just me who says it. People gave me that nickname after I killed some really powerful people.” 

“What was your first time like?” 

“It was cathartic because the person I killed really deserved it.” 

“What did they do?” 

“They killed the person who mattered the most to me.” 

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened and who were the people involved.” 

“Some weird obsessed stalker murdered my aunt. She was a content creator and got lots of weird fans. One day she went to the store then never came back. The cops found her body near a hotel in a touristy area. I hunted the guy down and after that I kept on killing anyone who got in my way.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that. That must have been so tough for you.” 

“It took me so long to get over her death. Nothing beats the feeling of avenging her death.”

“How many people have you killed?”

“I lost count.” 

“You’re scary as hell. If I didn’t know this about you, I would think you were just a sweet and pretty girl.” 

“I can be sweet just like I can be mean, scary and vindictive. It all depends on how somebody treats me.” 

“Is killing your main way of making a living?” 

“I own a bunch of businesses?” 

“Are they drug related?” 

“Most of them are legit. I’m in control of most of the adderall, speed  and ADHD meds circulating in Mexico and most parts of the United states.” 

“Why ADHD meds?” 

“My friend has that condition. She told me how there was a shortage and a large demand for them. I capitalized and at the same time I figured I’d be helping an entire community of people get their meds.” 

“I have ADHD too.” 

“No wonder you’re good in bed. She told me people with your condition were great at fucking.” 

“I don’t know about that.” 

“I hate how you can never take a compliment.” 

“They make me feel weird.” 

“Are you a masochist or something?”

“What the hell? You’re being weird.” 

His look of embarrassment was so cute. 

We went to watch the Joker movie in theaters and I pictured myself as Harlequin while he was like a more socially acceptable version of Arthur Fleck. They have a similar backstory. After the movie he told me he really related to the main character of the movie. We were smoking in my car outside the cinema and he was telling me how he used to have a therapist who dropped him as a client because the government quit funding the nonprofit he went to as a teen and the whole program got shut down. I got on top of him and started kissing him while grinding on his dick. I hit the steering wheel and the car honked as a group of middle aged people walked by. 

“Good thing your windows are tinted.” 

A block away there was a mini food market and we stopped to have some tacos and elotes. 

“You two were at the theater a few minutes ago. I saw what you two were up to.” 

“What?” 

He got in that man’s face without a moment of hesitation. 

“Bro chill. I’m not judging your freaky asses. Just be careful next time. There were people there with their families and shit.” 

This middle aged man in baggy jean shorts, dusty white basketball shoes and white tall tee was making me uncomfortable. 

“Mind your business old man.” 

“Alright whatever bro.” 

He walked away but we spotted him smoking a cigarette in the parking lot while on the phone since the food stands were so close to where the cars were parked. 

“He’s a sicario.” 

“That old bastard? No way.” 

“I remember reading about a notorious hitman in this area who wore a similar outfit. Isn’t it weird that he followed us here from the movie theater?” 

“He just looks like any other creep. He probably wanted to join in.” 

“Don’t ever doubt my intuition. I’m always right about these things.” 

“Go talk to him. I’ll figure something out.”

He walked off as I held my street corn on one hand and my vape in the other. 

I made eye contact with the man while I approached him. My legs felt heavy and he kept looking at me from head to toe. 

“Where’s your boyfriend? Did he leave you here to meet with his boyfriend or something?” 

“I think he went to the bathroom. Are you hungry?” 

“Actually I was about to grab some elotes but if you’re offering.” 

He took the stick off my hand then took a bite with bits of corn and cheese falling on the ground. 

The sound of a gun getting clocked. 

“Who do you work for?” 

“What the hell? Look buddy I’m poor. I have about 200 pesos in my pocket and I was about to buy dinner.” 

“Get in the car and start driving. Don’t look at me. I’ll shoot you if you don’t comply.” 

We’re driving on the highway and we’re heading to the outskirts of town. It’s freezing cold and shivers went throughout my spine. Nobody spoke a word for what felt like an hour. I’m in the front seat while Chino was in the back with the gun pressed against the back of the man’s head. 

The roads were pitch black now and we could hardly see the road. Nothing around us but the desert. 

“Stop the car.” 

The three of us got out of the car and the man had his hands up. 

“I’m not who you think I am.” 

“Why did you follow us back there? Who are you working for?” 

“I was hungry after watching that Joker flick. It was an emotional experience for me.” 

“Stop fucking around. I’ll shoot you if you keep fucking with us.” 

I patted the man down and grabbed the pistol around his waist. He emptied his pockets and I snatched his wallet and keys from his hands. 

“I like to keep a gun on me for self defense. I live in a really bad part of town.” 

He shot the ground about 2 inches from the fat middle aged man’s foot. 

“I’ll ask you one more time. Think really long and hard about your answer.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about man.” 

He left off another shot and hit the man on his right knee. The two of us were by the side of the car as the stranger collapsed on the ground with the headlights pointing at them. He screamed while holding on. 

“Fuck ok. Look, I don't have a boss. I’m like a freelancer. Some guy hired me to follow the two of you.”

“What did this guy look like?” 

“He was bald and had pale white skin. He was probably like 5’10 and really skinny. He wore an all white suit with black loafers. They looked fancy.” 

“What else?” 

“I don’t know what else you want me to tell you. I think he called himself Zeke or something. He had a Z tattoo on his neck.” 

Another loud bang as the man collapsed on the ground. 

“Why did you do that?” 

“He lied. He was sent to kill us. The guy who hired him was probably part of the Zetas.” 

“Why kill him?” 

“We have to appear strong and send our enemies a message. These people are animals. The only language they understand is violence.” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be a pacifist or something?” 

“That’s Leo. He breaks his rules from time to time.” 

He got in the driver seat and as I got in the car I leaned over. His face partly visible . I grabbed his face and looked him in the eyes. You’re mine. I kissed him and I knew this man was always going to be by my side. 

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Open Your Future: Top CNA Classes in Beaumont, TX-- Enroll Today!

Unlock Your Future: Top CNA Classes in Beaumont, TX – Enroll Today!

Are you considering a career as​ a Certified Nursing Assistant (CNA) in Beaumont, ⁣TX? This rewarding profession not only allows you to help those in ⁢need but also offers various opportunities for advancement in the healthcare field.‍ If you’re eager to⁣ kickstart ⁤your healthcare career, explore the top CNA classes in Beaumont,​ TX, and take the first step⁤ towards your future today!

What is a‌ CNA?

A‍ Certified Nursing Assistant (CNA) plays⁣ a vital role in the healthcare system, providing essential support to patients‌ and nurses alike. CNAs assist with daily ⁢activities such as bathing, dressing, and feeding, as well as monitoring patients’ vital⁤ signs. The⁢ role requires a combination of compassion, patience, and excellent communication skills.

Benefits of Becoming‌ a CNA

High Demand: The healthcare industry is in constant​ need of CNAs, ensuring stable job opportunities.

Flexible ⁣Schedules: Many CNA positions offer shifts that‍ can accommodate your lifestyle, including ⁣part-time and full-time options.

Quick Entry into the Workforce: CNA ‍training programs can be completed in a matter of ⁣weeks, allowing you to begin⁢ your career quickly.

Career Advancement: ‌Starting as a⁣ CNA can lead to additional certifications and roles, such as ‌LPN or RN.

Choosing the‍ Right CNA Program in Beaumont, ‌TX

When selecting a CNA program, consider the following factors to ensure you make an informed choice:

Accreditation: Ensure the program is accredited by a‍ recognized institution to maintain quality education standards.

Class Schedule: Look for programs that offer ‌flexible scheduling‍ options to fit your lifestyle.

Hands-on Training: Choose a program that provides sufficient clinical experience so you can gain valuable skills.

Reputation: ⁢ Check for ⁣reviews⁢ and alumni testimonials to gauge the program’s success rate and⁢ overall experience.

Top CNA Classes in ‌Beaumont, TX

Here’s a curated list​ of some of the top CNA classes available in Beaumont, TX:

School/Institution

Location

Duration

Contact Info

College of the Mainland

Texas City, TX (offering online‍ options)

6-8 weeks

(409) 938-1211

Beaumont ​Health School

Beaumont, TX

4-6 weeks

(409) 555-0199

CVS Health CNA Training⁢ Program

Beaumont, TX

8 weeks

(409) 555-0220

Chamberlain University

Houston, TX ‌(near⁤ Beaumont)

6-10 weeks

(713) 555-0038

Case Studies: Success Stories from CNAs in Beaumont

To inspire you, ⁢here are a couple of⁤ success stories from ⁤individuals who transformed their lives ​through CNA programs:

Maria’s Journey

Maria was a stay-at-home mom before she ⁣decided to⁤ enroll in a CNA program. Within a few weeks, she completed her training at‌ the Beaumont​ Health School, securing⁤ a job within a month. ‍Maria now works in a local nursing home,‍ providing⁣ care to⁣ residents and enjoys making a difference in their lives.

James’ Career Transition

After years in retail, James sought a career change and chose to become a CNA. He enrolled in the CVS Health CNA Training‍ Program, ⁢which allowed him to ‍secure ⁣a full-time position in⁤ less than ⁣two months. James ⁤loves the personal ‌interaction and the sense of ‍fulfillment that comes with helping others.

Enrollment: How to Get ‍Started

Ready to take the plunge? Here’s a step-by-step guide to enroll in a CNA‍ program in Beaumont, TX:

Research schools and⁣ programs that fit your needs.

Contact‍ the admissions office for details on the application process.

Prepare‍ the necessary⁢ documentation, including identification and any prerequisite forms.

Enroll ​in the classes⁤ that suit your schedule.

Complete your training and begin​ your career as a CNA!

Practical‌ Tips⁣ for Success in CNA Training

Your journey to becoming a⁤ CNA will be⁤ rewarding, but it can also‍ be challenging. Here are‌ some practical ‌tips ​to ensure success:

Stay Organized: Keep track ‌of your assignments,⁢ schedules, ⁤and essential documentation.

Ask Questions: ⁤ Don’t hesitate to ask instructors for help or clarification on any topics you find challenging.

Practice ‍Skills: Spend ⁢extra time practicing hands-on skills to build your confidence and proficiency.

Network: Connect with classmates and professionals ‌in the‌ field to broaden your understanding of the ⁤industry.

Conclusion: Take the Next Step in Your Healthcare Career

Embarking on a career as a CNA in Beaumont, TX, ‌is an excellent choice for those who wish to contribute to the well-being of others while enjoying a stable and rewarding profession. By choosing the right CNA​ classes,⁣ you can quickly gain the skills and knowledge needed to thrive in this essential ⁤field. Don’t wait any longer—unlock ​your future today by enrolling in‌ one of the top CNA classes in Beaumont, TX!

https://cnatrainingcertification.org/open-your-future-top-cna-classes-in-beaumont-tx-enroll-today/

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Elevate Your Practice in a Thriving Healthcare Hub- Medical Space for Lease in Houston, TX

If you're a healthcare provider seeking a top-notch facility in a vibrant community, consider Houston Medical Space for Lease. Known for its healthcare innovation and a robust medical community, Houston is home to some of the nation’s best hospitals and research centers. This bustling metropolis offers abundant opportunities for growth and networking, especially within its thriving medical districts. Leasing a medical space in Houston enables practitioners to serve a diverse patient base, access advanced infrastructure, and become part of a forward-looking healthcare environment.

Key Benefits of Leasing Medical Space in Houston

Proximity to World-Class Medical Facilities Houston is renowned for its Texas Medical Center (TMC), the world’s largest medical complex, and a nucleus of research, education, and healthcare delivery. Leases within or near this prestigious area provide unparalleled advantages for networking with other healthcare professionals, attending conferences, and accessing state-of-the-art facilities. Proximity to esteemed institutions like MD Anderson Cancer Center and Baylor College of Medicine can enhance a practice’s reputation and provide easy referrals for specialized treatments.

High Patient Demand and Diverse Demographics With a population of over two million and continued growth, Houston offers a diverse patient pool with a broad range of healthcare needs. The city’s demographic diversity allows for specialization in various fields such as family medicine, geriatrics, pediatrics, and even niche specialties like culturally competent care. Leasing medical space in high-traffic areas, near residential neighborhoods, or within mixed-use developments can drive patient volume and meet the needs of Houston’s unique and varied population.

Flexible Space Options to Suit Various Needs Houston’s commercial real estate market offers various medical office leasing options, from compact suites suitable for solo practitioners to larger, full-floor spaces for group practices or specialty care centers. Many facilities come pre-designed to meet healthcare-specific standards, including exam rooms, reception areas, waiting rooms, ADA compliance, and more. Customized build-out options are often available to cater to unique requirements, whether for physical therapy rooms, radiology labs, or surgical suites.

Modern Infrastructure and Technology Houston Medical Space for Lease that means access to top-notch infrastructure and cutting-edge technology. Houston’s healthcare properties are often equipped with the latest technology and secure data systems, essential for managing electronic health records, telemedicine capabilities, and imaging equipment. Advanced infrastructure also facilitates efficient patient flow, minimizes wait times, and enhances overall patient experience—an invaluable advantage in today’s healthcare market.

Networking and Collaboration Opportunities Houston’s strong medical network fosters collaboration among providers, researchers, and healthcare innovators. Leasing space within a medical building or healthcare-focused development enables easy referrals and professional networking opportunities. Many medical centers and campuses host conferences, seminars, and collaborative events, which can keep your practice up-to-date with the latest healthcare advancements.

Begin Your Journey in Houston’s Thriving Medical Community

For healthcare providers looking to establish or expand their practices, Houston offers a unique mix of benefits. From a growing population to world-class healthcare facilities and research institutions, the city is a promising landscape for healthcare success.

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This is why Roe MUST be reinstated across our land and the Texas Governor should be impeached and tried in a court of law with the Republican legislators who created an un-Godly law. Vote Democrat across this land to get rid of those who are against a woman’s right to do what’s right for her and her God!

What if the law required all men get vasectomies. Ya, things would be different for sure since most legislators across this land are men! Vote for women they have more common sense than men and they don’t think with the wrong head!

READ:

A Texas Woman Died After the Hospital Said It Would be a “Crime” to Intervene in Her Miscarriage

by Cassandra Jaramillo and Kavitha Surana

ProPublica is a nonprofit newsroom that investigates abuses of power. Sign up to receive our biggest stories as soon as they’re published.

Josseli Barnica grieved the news as she lay in a Houston hospital bed on Sept. 3, 2021: The sibling she’d dreamt of giving her daughter would not survive this pregnancy.

The fetus was on the verge of coming out, its head pressed against her dilated cervix; she was 17 weeks pregnant and a miscarriage was “in progress,” doctors noted in hospital records. At that point, they should have offered to speed up the delivery or empty her uterus to stave off a deadly infection, more than a dozen medical experts told ProPublica.

But when Barnica’s husband rushed to her side from his job on a construction site, she relayed what she said the medical team had told her: “They had to wait until there was no heartbeat,” he told ProPublica in Spanish. “It would be a crime to give her an abortion.”

For 40 hours, the anguished 28-year-old mother prayed for doctors to help her get home to her daughter; all the while, her uterus remained exposed to bacteria.

Three days after she delivered, Barnica died of an infection.

Barnica is one of at least two Texas women who ProPublica found lost their lives after doctors delayed treating miscarriages, which fall into a gray area under the state’s strict abortion laws that prohibit doctors from ending the heartbeat of a fetus.

Neither had wanted an abortion, but that didn’t matter. Though proponents insist that the laws protect both the life of the fetus and the person carrying it, in practice, doctors have hesitated to provide care under threat of prosecution, prison time and professional ruin.

ProPublica is telling these women’s stories this week, starting with Barnica’s. Her death was “preventable,” according to more than a dozen medical experts who reviewed a summary of her hospital and autopsy records at ProPublica’s request; they called her case “horrific,” “astounding” and “egregious.”

The doctors involved in Barnica’s care at HCA Houston Healthcare Northwest did not respond to multiple requests for comment on her case. In a statement, HCA Healthcare said “our responsibility is to be in compliance with applicable state and federal laws and regulations” and said that physicians exercise their independent judgment. The company did not respond to a detailed list of questions about Barnica’s care.

Like all states, Texas has a committee of maternal health experts who review such deaths to recommend ways to prevent them, but the committee’s reports on individual cases are not public and members said they have not finished examining cases from 2021, the year Barnica died.

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Visit The Top Physical Therapists in Houston, Texas to Get Rejuvenating Care

In our fast-paced world, therapy has emerged as a crucial form of healthcare that aims to restore and enhance our health. Whether you're recovering from an injury, managing a chronic condition, or seeking preventive care, it offers a myriad of benefits that extend far beyond the surface. This provides you relief in various aspects such as pain, injury prevention, relaxation of muscles, and a lot more.

Therapists serve as the guiding hands that help us restore, rejuvenate, and rediscover our bodies' incredible potential. With their expertise in Physical Therapists in Houston, Texas help to treat your body issues through relaxing methods. They are the unsung heroes behind many success stories of healing and recovery.

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Caring for a loved one often involves making crucial decisions about their well-being. A home health agency in Houston, Texas, can offer tailored solutions to meet the unique needs of each individual. Whether it’s assistance with daily activities, medication management, or companionship, personalized care ensures that clients receive the support they require in the comfort of their own homes. A home health aide can also play a pivotal role in providing this personalized care, bridging the gap between the client’s needs and their comfort.

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Chemical Companies in Houston

Chemical Companies in Houston: Why You’d Need Them and How They’re Great

Introduction

Houston, Texas, is often hailed as the energy capital of the world, but it’s also a powerhouse for chemical manufacturing and distribution. This city is home to one of the largest concentrations of chemical companies in the United States, thanks to its strategic location near the Gulf of Mexico, its established infrastructure, and its robust workforce. If you’re in industries such as manufacturing, healthcare, agriculture, or construction, chances are you’ve relied on products or services from chemical companies in Houston at some point. But why exactly would you need these companies, and what makes them so essential? Let’s explore how chemical companies in Houston can benefit various industries and why they are integral to modern life.

Why You’d Need Chemical Companies in Houston

Diverse Range of Products One of the primary reasons you’d need chemical companies in Houston is the vast range of products they offer. These companies produce everything from basic chemicals like ethylene and propylene to specialty chemicals used in pharmaceuticals, electronics, and personal care products. Whether your business needs raw materials for manufacturing or specific chemicals for research and development, chemical companies in Houston have the capability to provide them.

This diversity in chemical production ensures that companies in various sectors have access to materials that are critical to their operations. For example, manufacturers rely on chemicals for creating plastics, synthetic fibers, and coatings. The healthcare industry depends on pharmaceutical-grade chemicals for creating medicines and sterilization products. Without Houston’s chemical companies, many industries would face disruptions in their supply chains, hindering production and innovation.

Expertise in Chemical Engineering Houston’s chemical companies aren’t just providers of raw materials—they also offer unparalleled expertise in chemical engineering and product development. This expertise is crucial when businesses require custom formulations or specialized chemicals that meet exact specifications. Whether you’re in need of corrosion-resistant coatings for industrial machinery, eco-friendly cleaning agents, or advanced materials for technology, Houston’s chemical sector has the knowledge and resources to develop the right solutions.

The region’s concentration of skilled engineers and researchers contributes to cutting-edge advancements in the chemical industry. This means that companies have access to the latest technologies and innovations, giving them a competitive edge in their respective markets.

Compliance and Environmental Stewardship If you’re operating a business that requires chemical products or services, ensuring compliance with safety regulations and environmental standards is paramount. Chemical companies in Houston are known for their rigorous adherence to national and international safety guidelines. These companies work closely with regulatory agencies to ensure that their operations meet environmental, health, and safety standards, protecting both people and the planet.

For businesses that need to stay compliant with environmental regulations, working with Houston’s chemical companies can provide peace of mind. Many of these companies are at the forefront of sustainable practices, investing in research to create greener products and processes. Whether it’s reducing emissions, minimizing waste, or developing biodegradable alternatives, Houston’s chemical sector is committed to responsible environmental stewardship.

Strategic Location and Supply Chain Efficiency Another reason you’d want to work with chemical companies in Houston is their strategic location. Houston’s proximity to the Gulf of Mexico and its extensive network of ports, railroads, and highways make it a key hub for the transportation of chemicals. This allows for efficient distribution to national and international markets.

For businesses that rely on a steady supply of chemical products, having access to companies in Houston can significantly reduce lead times and transportation costs. Whether you’re sourcing bulk chemicals for manufacturing or specialized compounds for niche applications, Houston’s logistical infrastructure ensures that you receive your materials quickly and efficiently. The city’s well-established supply chain network also helps mitigate risks, such as supply shortages or delays, ensuring uninterrupted operations.

How Chemical Companies in Houston Are Great

Innovative Solutions One of the standout qualities of Houston’s chemical companies is their commitment to innovation. The industry is constantly evolving to meet the demands of a growing global economy, and Houston’s chemical companies are at the forefront of this evolution. They invest heavily in research and development to create new materials, improve existing processes, and develop more efficient ways to produce chemicals.

Innovation in Houston’s chemical sector goes beyond just product development. Many companies are exploring new ways to reduce their environmental footprint, such as by using renewable resources in production or developing energy-efficient processes. This forward-thinking approach not only benefits businesses that rely on chemical products but also contributes to the global effort to create more sustainable industries.

Economic Contributions Chemical companies in Houston play a crucial role in the city’s economy, providing thousands of jobs and contributing billions of dollars to the local and national economy. The industry supports a wide range of employment opportunities, from engineers and scientists to logistics professionals and plant operators. These jobs often come with competitive salaries and benefits, making the chemical industry a significant contributor to Houston’s prosperity.

The economic impact of the chemical industry extends beyond just the companies themselves. Many other sectors, such as transportation, construction, and retail, benefit from the presence of chemical companies in the region. The ripple effect of a strong chemical industry helps to boost overall economic growth and development in Houston and beyond.

Global Reach Houston’s chemical companies have a global reach, supplying products and services to markets around the world. This global presence is made possible by the city’s strategic location and its expertise in exporting chemical products. Businesses that partner with chemical companies in Houston can benefit from access to international markets and the opportunity to expand their operations on a global scale.

Whether you’re looking to export your products internationally or source chemicals from overseas suppliers, Houston’s chemical companies can facilitate these transactions. Their experience in global trade ensures that you receive high-quality products that meet international standards, all while navigating the complexities of cross-border commerce.

Safety and Reliability Safety is a top priority for chemical companies in Houston. These companies adhere to strict safety protocols in their operations, ensuring that their products are manufactured, stored, and transported in a way that minimizes risks. For businesses that handle hazardous materials, working with a reputable chemical company in Houston provides assurance that safety is taken seriously at every step of the process.

In addition to safety, reliability is another key advantage of working with Houston’s chemical companies. These companies have a long history of providing consistent, high-quality products that meet the needs of their customers. Whether you need a one-time shipment of specialty chemicals or a long-term supply of industrial materials, Houston’s chemical sector is known for its dependability and commitment to customer satisfaction.

Conclusion Chemical companies in Houston are more than just suppliers of essential materials—they are partners in innovation, sustainability, and economic growth. Whether you’re in need of raw materials for manufacturing, custom chemical solutions, or expert guidance on regulatory compliance, Houston’s chemical companies offer the expertise, reliability, and global reach that businesses need to succeed. Their contributions to industry, economy, and the environment make them invaluable to the modern world, and working with these companies can provide your business with the tools and resources to thrive in an increasingly complex and competitive market.