I once dated an older lady who was a single mother of 4 children from Dallas, Texas.
She opted to not go to college or pursue an academic career because she "likes to do hair." She came to NYC to become this next big celebrity hair stylist.
Let's just say she was a very compulsive type of person with a really narcissistic, delusional view of having a goal and making decisions.
The type of woman who believes her faith in God absolves from making patient and educated decisions because she always prays or something. It's ok to have a great dream or goal but she was the type of person who will talk and behave like she's already accomplished this goal before she's even done any real work.
And she had an absolute horrible horrible horrible sense of handling money. She lived off of child support checks mostly and just blows money whenever with no sense of forward thinking. Anytime I told her the words "sorry I'm not spending that" she would freak out, claim I have plenty of money already, and would look down on me for "saving" or being "cheap." all that type of bird babble.
She was also a total freakaleek tho. Down for damn near whatever. Really fun partner for a while. So I supported her reaching her goals.
First she rented out chairs at various salons and advertised it as her business online for clients. But she always had issues wit somebody there and would eventually be at another salon and another every few months.
Eventually see somehow was able to "open her own shop"...And again she's someone who will have a goal and become delusional like she's already accomplished it. So you never know if she actually owned this shop or just claiming it without telling a full story. But in any case she apparently had a shop finally and when I tell you it was the nastiest fukking dingiest spot she could ever picked.
It was one of those place in Harlem that is "downstairs" from a completely different storefront (a used cellphone spot no less) so you can completely miss it. When you do walk down you are walking through flies, garbage, litter, spit, shyt, and even a homeless guy right at the end of the stairs. Then the salon was dirty as hell, smelled like ass, tiling and flooring was all cracked and horrible, furniture was tore up all over the place. I don't know what made her think anyone in their right mind would come to this shop. It was completely disgusting.
Instead of becoming a celebrity hair stylist and business owners she had 3 more kids by two more baby fathers who have nothing to do with the. She even begged me to give her a child and promised I don't have to have anything to with it. She just wanted a baby together. She was crazy.
We stopped kinnda talkinv years ago, but just a couple weeks ago I reached out just to say I hope she's good and I miss the good times we had. But she began flipping out about some time I asked we split a restaurant check instead of me paying for the whole thing. She called me a little boy and all this crazy shyt and told me she's moving to Miami. Done with her big apple dream of doing hair I guess. I didn't really entertain it.
The very next day shes begging me for $500 bucks because she talked her daughter into filing a lawsuit over some car accident. Apparently that led to both of them being stuck on the street with no money. They needed to stay somewhere. I was willing to help but when I tried to just open up a bit about how I felt being attacked the day before...all over a lousy split restaurant check she expected to be free, she flipped out, called me selfish and all this shyt, demanded I admit I'm not perfect...basically take responsibility for her poor financial decision making and situation, and give her $500.
When I refused to do all that and just wanted to say how confused i felt...not even attacking her...she just hung up on me on some "fukk you I don't need your money!!" shyt.
Crazy bytch. The definition of a bird, for real. Absolutely NO sense of accountability over life. Always just "doing what she wants" and finding some deflection or defense in her consistent failures, reinforced with that classic "God got me. I believe in God. I pray on everything" delusions. I just feel sorry for her kids.
She sure was a freak tho.
