I found myself going back to my social media, replying to messages from people I forgot I stopped fucking with just so they know I wasn't ignoring them. Leaving messages like " Hey my bad for not getting back sooner, but you know WTF you did" And pressing send. Like why did I do that dumb shit 🙄cuz why😒

@Tracey Bryant Yes indeed, because dammit don't play with me lol

Well put, it makes total sense 💯 Life has definitely been my teacher and professor all in one

Ladies I felt every words you have written in this thread 💕 powerful. For me, it was my grandmothers on both sides. Maternal showed me farm life, church, how to tend to animals and make food from scatch and how to make quilts, girl scouts, planting seeds, no tv, but I loved those red clay roads, no shoes, just being a kids. She was a minister, so pants, only skits, no pierced earings either. But big fun. Paternal was born in Selma 6'2"and called MaDea. She marched with MLK, was part of the Black Pathers chapter, moved to Detroit where she really did some work. Later on she moved to Florida and settled. She wore pants and ear rings, we watched tv, she took us on trips, she laughed and played with us. She carried a pistol and did not hold her tongue to any race, creed or man. She taught us not to let nobody play in our face, to watch white people at all time and to always take God wherever I go. My mom worked all the time, so all I knew was that she was mom. I knew to rub her shoulders, make sure that my baby sister who was 8 years younger, was taken care of. My sister that's a year under me was always gone with my mom's oldest sister, she was her live baby doll.When she was home, I made sure she was ok too. Mom never told me or us that she loved us. To me, it didn't bother me. My dad always told us he loved us whenever we visited him in prison. Sorry for the lifetime movie

I don't know the answers to any of the two, however, I'm constantly throughout the day calling myself out when there's silence. I never have thought about those two questions ✨