Let’s change the the subject…

Sometimes I like to step out the box and blog about things other than myself. I wanted to take a moment and be like everyone else and talk about this Blac Chyna vs The World drama going on.

If you haven’t heard Rob decided to air out Blac Chyna’s dirty laundry and show the world what we already knew about her. Difference this time is, he seemed super butt hurt that someone he cared about, could possibly move on or rather just drop him like a hot potato. This is the mother of his child, we all knew exactly what was up when they went public, and truthfully to me, they seemed like your average ratchet couple; girlfriend has anger issues from past situations and boyfriend has insecurity issues.

None of that really phases me, until he gets down to fuck-boy level and decides to let it all out because he sees her with someone else. I know more than a handful of girls this has happened to the moment they’re ex realizes they’ve moved on. So why do all these women feel like she’s a hoe? I’m pretty sure oh or your home girl has sent a guy a nude and he showed it to all his friends. Only difference is, the entire world isn’t waiting and hoping you fail. Rob suffers with mental health issues as do I , but I’m not running around screaming I’m a savage and intentionally hurting those around me.

The main thing is, majority of women have been in the middle of some drama involving multiple men, maybe a leaked nude, or dealt with someone who really wanted to destroy you. But I’m begging you America, let it go. Unless you somehow plan on showing all these “savages” that trying to destroy someone you once loved/the mother of your child is not the way to go… just let it be.
For the record can someone tell who raised these boys?

The Circle Of Life

First off let me apologize for not updating earlier this week, but I’ve been on an emotional roller coaster since I’ve posted my last update. So let me begin,

This past weekend has a whirlwind of emotions. Saturday I lost my Uncle Keith (my dad’s big brother), he and I were very close but when I began my struggle last year, he was one of those people who were cut off. My dad picked me up from work on Saturday as a kind gesture but only to gut punch me with the news. “I have some bad news. No, Raquel really bad news. *Pause* Your Uncle Keith passed extremely unexpectedly. I’m so sorry, I knew you two were very close. I’m so sorry.” It felt like this was some sort sick joke. I had spoken to him a few days ago, he was coming up to visit for my little Cousin R’s baby shower, that he was so excited that I came out of hiding and wanted to help me anyway possible. 

“Raquel, I just want to see you succeed. You’re beautiful and intelligent. You’re capable of changing the world…”

-Uncle Keith’s last conversation with me…

The more I thought about our last conversation, the more I’m torn up that I lost someone who someone who truly believed in me, regardless of how many times I screwed up. Here was my uncle willing to bet his last dollar on me becoming successful. If this wasn’t a gut punch of a reality check to stay close with those I love; who knows what will. R’s baby shower is rapidly approaching, and I want this sweet baby to know she will always be loved, no matter how many times she screws up.

To my Uncle Keith, I promise to be all you dreamed of me to be, and I promise R’s baby will know you’ll be watching over her, keeping her safe.