Don’t poke the bear

Here we go again. After weeks of little to no communication and days of silence you’ve seemed to appear right before my eyes. Just in time to meet the little bit of happiness I’ve seemed to conjure up while you were away. It was as if you could sense that your spell was wearing off and you needed to hit me with another dosage. So here you are both armed and ready however, this time my tolerance was low.

No longer am I here to "hear" you out. No longer will I contain my my anger because you simply are not worth it. No longer will I suppress my emotions to spare you of my wrath so, for the last time, I am warning you to leave us alone. Blinded by who Ive become you seem to think you can control me. You‘ve seemed to forget that you still don’t really know me but, I assure you, I act the way I act for a reason. I’m not scared of you, I’m scared of me. For I know what I am capable of.

I know that once I have been consumed by anger and determination nothing can stop me. When my heart starts racing and my body starts shaking I know that the wheels of evil will never stop spinning in my mind. I know the lengths that I am willing to travel to get what I want and that my dear, is was puts fear into my soul. That’s what causes these goosebumps to arise. You may feel as if you’re being portrayed as the monster but in the end, the skeletons in my closet are much more frightening.

Now before you push me to do something we will both regret, I suggest you tread lightly. Ignore the friends who are feeding my words to you because unlike you, they have nothing to lose here. If crazy is what you respond to, crazy is what you’ll get. But don’t be the reason neither of us gets access to the child.

With anger,

Daph the Mad Black Woman

P.S. Go ahead and send him the link to this one too.