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theuniverseawakens347 · 3 months ago

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My Wi-Fi is being weird and I’m going to speech text obviously

But y’all who are sitting back and so-called watching the show over my medias and you realize this is no longer this is not method acting in it never was you got a duty to come and help me by him and it’s crazy for all of you who are actually mothers Khloé Kardashian Kourtney Kardashian Kim Kardashian Kim Kardashian you went pro bono on my case in the beginning until you realize bitch you are guilty than a motherfucker

But for all your moms this was a real test about your motherhood I’m a struggling child yes there is a due date to come and save me Tammy Roman they don’t apply to you but why would you wait until the due date to help me

Let’s say you sent your child to sleep away camp Tyra Banks and it’s two weeks long to a month and a half depending on what the campus your child starts getting bullied or uncomfortable and they’re telling you people are like molesting them are you really gonna let them go all the way until that end date before you come up and do something or are you gonna get your ass in a motherfucking car on a motherfucking plane and get to your child and if you don’t have the funds to do it are you going to call the police are you going to call some type a lawyer to see how can you press charges how can you get to your child how can you get out of the predicament and save your little mini me….

And some of y’all got there with me and I appreciate that mama bear energy and then my people then swept you up and told you whatever they told you but the rest of you were like well damn I want to do that but you cussed me out or damn I want to do that but I’m gonna make the excuse of you being all the way to fuck over there and I’m just not going I’m not gonna do it it’s gonna take much more energy out of me than what I really want….

OK I’m a grown ass 30 year old woman that’s fair but at the end of the day Amber Rose you praying me and you popping up at in and out and telling me to come over there and see you clearly a part of you yes you were interested to see me in person but a part of you legitimately wanted to help to… and this is where God‘s will and free will do it a little dance right your free will intuition told you to come and help this girl you seen me and you just you got starstruck that’s cool and you continue to mentally harass me instead of I’m at the ordering screen right now do you want a burger…. That’s where yes the intention was good but you let your devilish actions win… and then after that encounter I walk off you still in the line you getting your food or whatever and you thinking like damn I should’ve called her over come back come back come back… I have my phone working at that time you could’ve texted me y’all could’ve DMV kind words of wisdom or love or or something…

Saweetie in the beginning when y’all was tapping into my blog and reading me you have one of your Homies or you make a Tumblr and send me a message that is all love and light… I appreciate that I do but you sent it because one you wanted to see if I could tell who it fucking came from and to bitch that was a time where I was starving and low on EBT and asking for help asking for somebody to send me food…

And fucktard Alisa’s you sent me $20 and same with Flora from clarity when y’all made a Cash App with Lee Garlington and Bailey Briles and Christopher White to collect money for me that you then turn around and use Dyme Taylor‘s face on inspected however which way for you Olivia Stephanie… alissas Sister you made one in Zaine‘s name and you collected cash but you don’t give me not a goddamn thing for when I’m actually starving and Lee Garlington told you not to and then she gives me fucktard $50 gift cards to Ralph’s a month and a half later four of them off of cash that’s stolen because y’all started doing identity fraud and anybody’s name and talking about them in the arms of the angel please help my starving family Kimori Aja…

Y’all helped everybody but me because y’all talking about some well she comes from a family of celebrities they got money why aren’t they doing it why is it my job… it’s not your job that’s why you gonna fucking die it was the start of your road to redemption and making right with me and my triangle and my family you fucking stole money off of….

My family you harassed and said it was either me or Tracie Justin of London and you sit in our face and say you are best friend Aja fucktard miles fucktard Nateana, Samaria trying to get back at Nateana, Damien trying to do whatever the fuck you trying to do your fake little check in on me because bitches are posing as me to you trying to get money off of you and I’m not texting or talking to you.… which lets me then further know y’all Negas don’t know my motherfucking character so you don’t know me anymore than sitting and watching fucking drywall paint dry so why should I stand fucking grace to you… and I’m giving you opportunity after opportunity after opportunity to come and make right with me to cash app me money y’all gave me 50 bucks in total on cash app when y’all Negas collected at least a couple racks… A couple racks off of random motherfuckers and ironically some people in there you harassed or my actual legitimate family and you thought well if I Lauren London have jazz of Lily mom use baby hairs photo and Ayo Sandy your name I could get some money and then I’m gonna work with Li and tell her I got this much easier Inc. Ian McDowell but we know Cashay is struggling but we’re not gonna give her anything because it’s Alex‘s wall is all over again

Damn I have to kill you fucking hoes… and y’all like coil Leray yes this is what we want we want a murder she’s giving us what we want yes I love it oh my God Cashay is setting people up for murder she’s doing what we want but in her actual name so guess what LAPD Cashay is doing terrorist threats for me

No bitch Cashay is not Cashay is recording out loud the stupidity that has completely Cannable your fucking brain improper thinking and taking over your entirety of of just motor skills to make you do right… you lack compassion for yourself you like compassion for your soul to be cleansed so now I’m letting your Fanbase know what kind of fucktard dummy you are as well as your fucking family members so they can push your motherfucking ass away from them

then Ian McDowell you use the opportunity Tristen tested you and you failed tremendously you started doing murder threats to London his friends in his name with Dustin Justin or Dustin Austin Vinces fucking photo anybody who I said I’m not cool with you said oh let me set them up as a murderer signed off by a fake Tristan in a try and try and steal some money off of people you siphoning off your motherfucking teammates you dumb ass bitch you is that you fucked over the hand that fed you and then you try to get my Knigge locked up for Lee Garlington yeah I just said oh this is an opportunity she’s going rogue we can go with her but now it’ll be her smear campaign because she’ll be the face of it no it will always fucking backfire on you Lee it will always fucking backfire it was a fucking test to see if you get to walk into the fucking holy lands as well as collect data and evidence on how y’all Negas really to get fucking confessions basically… since all you need is involved with Amy all you need is involved with Alex‘s wall is did this whole switcheroo bullshit type thing I got a confession from Alia and y’all just continue to do fucking terrorist threats attached to the intent to fucking murder me and lock up Tristen or murder Tristan and lock up me this is a dumb ass shit y’all did around fucking Nipsey y’all just proving y’all don’t wanna fucking live so you got a death row just off of that even if you ain’t make no fucking move you organized it in the penalties you racked up with the identity fraud in the embezzlement off of cash app and Venmo‘s is death row alone congratulation fucktard Justin of London you have been doing this shit for years my Knigge and you’ve been doing it in front of me interest in the court of law for four fucking years taking advantage of us because Li had his numbed out with Paula fucking Barton and Kimberly and yeah you just yeah

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mebdkx-blog · 8 years ago

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Falling Black in Love: Whitley & Dwayne (Part II)

This picks up from a piece I began over a year ago…I lost my creative flow. It’s back now! I’ll be housing my writings here until my blog MEBDKX.com decides to let me be great. In the the meantime, follow me on Twitter, Instagram, and Snapchat: @MEBDKX.

The story of Whitley & Dwayne takes place in July of 1997. They have been married for 6 years and are still in Tokyo. This story follows the early years of the Wayne’s marriage. Enjoy!

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Richmond, Virginia

July 1997

Whitley waited frantically by the phone. The time it was taking Byron to answer was staring to get to her. All she could think about was her baby, Jeremiah laying in a pool of his own blood. She found a chair in the room and pulled it up to the desk. She wanted to sit down but could not. How had her life come to this? How had it gotten so bad to the point that she would actually have to make this type of phone call? She sat down to brace herself.

The silence in the room was curtailed only briefly by her own soft sobs. She dreaded hospitals as a child; to be here for her own child was a thought that was just too much for her to bare. She toyed with the wire on the phone to occupy her mind. Wrapping the cord around each finger, Whitley tried with her all mental might to focus on the conversation she was about to have was a conversation that would surely open the floodgates.

Jeremiah is going to die.

Dwayne is going to leave me.

I am going to lose it all.

The negative thoughts intensified. The trip back home to Richmond had quickly turned into a decision that Whitley was starting to regret. What was supposed to be a weekend getaway from the dramatics of the previous weekend had instead turned into a hell that could result in the loss of her child, marriage, and sanity.

Whitley waited silently on the other end of the phone. Just yesterday she remembered telling Kim that the time apart from Dwayne was painful but necessary. Their time in Tokyo had begun to take its toll and Whitley soon found herself unrecognizable. Her life, more quickly than she realized, had become almost exclusively about her children.

Here she was, Whitley Gilbert, the fabulous, conscious, art history major who had traveled the world — and her life had been relegated to the role of just a mother. It was the dream she thought she wanted; but she soon found that her nature — her very biological make-up, could not be satisfied with playdates and potty training. Whitley’s mind wandered, bringing about a host of honest revelations: Motherhood was a drag.

“How did my life get here?” She asked herself. “I am supposed to be traveling the world, buying corporate art and enjoying the best time of my life. I’m not supposed to be in Japan.”

“Well why are you in Japan, Whitley?” She paused, then answered herself:

“Well, Whitley, you’re not in Japan because you flew to Virginia to support a friend on trial for murdering her abusive boyfriend and another friend who’s representing her. You decided to spend the weekend in Richmond and entrust your children’s safety with mama’s housekeeper. Now, your son has been run over by a car and is fighting for his life and needs a blood transfusion from a man who is not Dwayne: sounds legitimate.”

Whitley slowly began to chuckle to herself. Indeed, it was all she could do at the time. Crying seemed so far out of the question, and laughing seemed like the best thing to do.

Whitley’s mind continued to wonder into the realm of what could have been. 6 years into her marriage with Dwayne and the fulfillment she once gained as a wife and mother had begun to erode. Still, she loved her son. She loved her daughter. She loved Dwayne. Strangely, her son laying on his death bed brought with a certain level of freedom and burden; if Jeremiah did not make it, Whitley could at the very least find solace int he fact that Dwayne would never have to know her ugly, treacherous secret…

How was she going to tell Dwayne that their son was nearly dead and, not only was their son near death, how would she attempt to explain that the blood her son needed to survive must come from his father — a man that may not be him?

Whitley began to cry. Slowly at first, the tears soon became too much as her world crumbled right before her very eyes. How could she make this go away? How could she magically snap her fingers and heal her son, bury her secrets, and be one big happy family again?

The strange feelings of freedom and release crept back into her mind. For a moment, Whitley actually contemplated hanging up the phone, making peace with the fact that the only way to protect her name, Dwayne and even Byron was to let Jeremiah perish. Whitley’s sobs now grew uncontrollable.

“Whitley, darling,” a knock on the door and her mother’s voice broke her train of thought. “I couldn’t bare to sit out there another moment. Are you okay?”

“No,” Whitley said flatly, the phone was still pressed to her ear. Marion rushed over to Whitley, taking her in her arms.

“Well, were you able to get in contact with Dwayne?” Marion asked as she cleaned her daughter’s face as best she could.

“No,” she replied.

“Well who are you on the phone with, Whitley?”

Without looking up, she did not bother to lie. “Byron,” she uttered.

“Douglas?” Marion followed up. Whitley nodded her head.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Whitley your child is dying and you’re on the phone with Byron Douglass. Why are you on the phone with Byron when you should be on the phone with Dwayne? What is happening? “

Marion’s questions only sent Whitley’s thoughts into a tailspin. Before Whitley could attempt to answer her question, Dr. Bryant peeked his head in much to the dismay of Marion.

“Excuse me, Dr. do you mind?” Marion snapped at Dr. Bryant.

“Actually, yes I do,” he countered. “You should not be back here but nevertheless, here you are.” Before Marion could respond, Dr. Bryant turned his attention back to Whitley.

“Mrs. Wayne,” he began, laying his hands on her shoulder, “Were you able to contact the child’s father? We are going to have make a decision very quickly.”

Before Whitley could muster up any semblance of an answer, Byron’s voice came over the receiver.

“Hello, Whitley.”

Whitley froze again. The room began to shrink as Marion’s gaze and Dr. Bryant’s stares felt as if they were eating a hole in her.

“Hello, Whitley? Are you there?” Byron asked again.

“Mrs. Gilbert, are you on the phone with the child’s father?”

Whitley looked up at Dr. Bryant then back to her mother. She said a short prayer in her head in hopes that someday God would find it in His heart to forgive her for what she was about to do.

Whitley hung up phone. “No.”

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