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The Revive

Getting a second chance at life was the best gift ever given. We knew this time around we had to make it right. Our life now is nothing like our past. We realized in order to be revived, you must leave EVERYTHING behind. Revive means to “Start Again or Bring Back to Life”. We left all the drugs and fast life behind and brought in eating healthier and saving money. We decided instead of being upset about our past, we embraced it and understood that it made us who we are today. We created our own family and have adopted meditation practices which helps us deal with our stresses and anger. We restored our thoughts and renewed our minds. Changed our entire world and lifestyle, and with it came many blessings. All in all we have developed our own methods to all the madness and we found what worked and what didn’t.

But still, so many people have questions regarding our relationship. Such as, how did you overcome family issues? Have you ever been a subject of prejudice? How was Brooklyn (our daughter) created? How do you guys have such a great relationship? What is it like being in a same-sex relationship? Well today is your lucky day, I am going to answer them all for you right here, right now.

How did you overcome family issues? My family has always had an adoration for Tip (my wife). They always treated her like family and Mom loves having her as a Daughter-in-law. As for Tip’s family..(long pause)……. Lets just say even after over 10 years its better, but not great. We just don’t give it any energy and I avoid it at all cost.

Has your relationship ever been under prejudice? Yes. One situation stands out the most in my memories and it will probably forever be imbedded in my mind. Tip, our daughter (4months old), and I were all at the grocery store and an older white lady came over to see the baby and said ” Oh she’s so gorgeous” then looked up at myself and Tip. She then looked down at our child and says “You poor thing”. My body said “Punch her”, but my mind said “She’s ignorant.”

How was Brooklyn created? So most people thought that I had a random one night stand with a guy….. wait..WHAT! Uhm No. Brooklyn was created with the help of Fertility clinic. She is a product of how many single women now have children if they do not have a partner, but yet wants kids.

Why do you guys have such a great relationship? This is simple. We are Friends. Like Friedrich Nietzsche states “It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.”

What is it like being in a same-sex relationship? For whatever reason people think our relationship differs from any heterosexual relationship. Guess what guys… It doesn’t. All relationships require work, even friendships are relationships.

If you have any other questions that you would love to know, I am an open book and will respond to all. All you have to do is ask.

The Promise p.2

Being out on your own at a young age is never gonna be easy. I wish someone would have told me this, however, even if they did I still would have thought it was better than what I was going through at home. I was working and going to college at the time and every night I had thoughts of dying. I became very numb and emotionless so much so, I would hurt myself to see if I can feel the pain. Of course at first it stung, but eventually it too became numb.

During these times my best friend Tip, now my wife, was dealing with a lot at her home as well. Her parents were both very verbally & physically abusive towards her. Letting out all their aggression, towards each other, onto her and it didn’t help that she was openly gay. We hid our affection towards one another for a very long time until, well it just came out. This broke the facade of their family and in turn they gave up on her. She moved out and, of course she moved in with me. Here we were to broken teens trying to figure out what we were going to do next.

I was always very mature for my age, so of course I took the lead, or at least I thought I was in control. We had a blast living with each other and we had a lot of horrible times. Tip introduced me into a new world to help me cope with my pain. That new world was DRUGS. I mean what was a mate to do when all the she wanted was for me to feel better and she promised me that it would. It was magical times. SEX, DRUGS & LOVE (in that order). You see Tip was only showing me what she knew. Her parents were happier when they were under the influence so this is what she learned and I was accepting to it because it showed me love, which is what i desired. This went on for years, and despite two overdoses, and a couple alcohol poisonings, we didn’t stop. We had money, new outfits every weekend, friends, partying, drugs and drink, all the things that matter for a young adult. It was the life and we were the life.

Until it all came crumbling down. We lost our jobs, we lost our place, and we almost lost each other. We realized in order for us to deal with our problems, we have to DEAL with them. Our love was worth more than our failures & worth more than our mistakes. We vowed in order to be better for each other we had to be better within ourselves. We had clearer visions and we began to restore and renew our minds. We were given a new life and a second chance.

Friedrich Nietzsche* said “All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.” This is why Reek Of Royalty was created. We have prevailed, learned a lesson and vowed to not allow our past to destroy us. Turning tragedy into triumph. We know we have a bigger purpose here on earth. “*That which does not kill us makes us stronger.*”

The Promise

A daughter of two immigrant parents of Honduras, I was brought to the US with a promise of a better life, what I got…..well just keep reading.

We traveled a lot during the first few years of my life. So much so that I went to 10 different elementary schools and 2 different middle schools. Don’t ask me what my parents were doing, I plead the fifth. I never saw my parents argue and they never gave us an idea that anything was wrong. Until my father decided to leave my mom for a stripper, Welcome to Las Vegas!

I was turning 13 years old and it was the first time in my life I felt really alone and abandoned. Not only because my father left, might I add he never returned, but I lost my mom as well. No my mom didn’t die, she just forgot that she was a mother. She was chasing her feelings of being alone without a man and it was killing her. So she got with the first person that gave her attention, was accepting she had 3 children and he had money. He sold her this wonderful dream and bought her the world. She was happy and it only cost her the innocences of her two daughters. What were we supposed to do? We finally saw our mother was happy and at the same time we were fearful. All I could do was plan my escape.

I was 15 years old, I worked my ass off all summer, didn’t spend one dollar and hid all the money under my bed. At the end of the summer, I finally took a moment to count it all and realized it wasn’t going to be enough, but I was willing to take a chance. That night I pack all the money in my backpack with clothes and left. I made it all the way down to the front entrance of our housing community and was terrified, I started hyperventilating and I didn’t know what to do. It was at this point I knew I had to come up with a better plan. I went back home telling myself it will only be a few more days of this.

I endured a whole additional year of sexual abuse, until one day I realized it was approaching a whole other level. My brother tried telling my mom what was going on and he denied it, and two weeks later they kicked my brother out the house. I was almost 17 years old and I knew I had to leave this time, but I had to be smart.

I found an apartment that was willing to help me, due to my age. I didn’t tell anyone I was moving out. I woke up the next day packed up my car with all my belongings and at that time I told my mom I was leaving. She was very taking back and yet wasn’t upset or tried to stop me. My sister was a wreck.   I made a promise to my sister that I was coming back to save her, but first I had to be stable.

Now here I was 17 years old on my own, finally away from my abuser, and I was depressed.

Stay Tuned for Part 2……..