Sleepless in the South

Kabtn dropped back into my life 16 November, 2006
Two months in his home. Had he changed with his carefully groomed young Egyptian Diva, mother of my sisters and his fourth wife. She’s Alexandrian and 10 years my junior.

Two stepmothers before her and his abuse of his three previous wives led me to believe that he was still violent physically, verbally, mentally, emotionally.

Diva has also signed her name to a statement and complaint that includes false information, misleading information and I consider this another form of abuse called abusive litigation or malicious prosecution.

I am a nuisance, an inconvenience in this man’s life. I just will not shut up, go away, or let him drop back out of my life simply because my truth exposes him for who and what he is.

TBI Traumatic Brain Injury

To my baby sister. My sidekick through life.
We three …you in your coma; our Mama/Momma and me.

Psychological trauma. Pathological drama. Coercive Control
Flashbacks?
Solve the puzzle. Solve the puzzle.
Under Construction
Solving Puzzles
Right Brain, Left Brain
I am never to old to learn something new.

We lost her twice

Sheesh before the wreck

Sheesh after the wreck

My own brain

Processing

Progressing

Kabtn Khawaga in The Evil Eye

Kabtn Khawaga’s Khawaga Kid was not being cooperative AT ALL! Here she is, in his carefully constructed house of cards in Alexandria, Egypt. She is still telling the truth??? WORSE!!!

His carefully groomed young Egyptian wife is hearing and questioning his carefully edited and reconstructed past.

WHAT TO DO??? WHAT TO DO??? Oh well, nothing for it, he’ll just have to stay home and supervise. Divide and conquer, no more conversations that he misses while working; too much to lose. YEAH, take them on a cruise; keep Diva close and give his damn Khawaga Kid her own room.

Khawaga Kid is used to his tactics, she’s been through it twice before with stepmother one and stepmother two. Ohhhh, Diva believes him. She’s watching Khawaga Kid like I’m a fox among the pigeons, her face guarded, not affectionate and friendly like it was before he started gaslighting me.

HARAM is the next word Diva teaches Khawaga Kid. Forbidden to be jealous or wish harm to others with the evil eye. Mission accomplished by Kabtn Khawaga the seeds of distrust with his artful deception have been sown in Diva’s heart. I feel the distance, knew he would do it.

Kabtn Khawaga has a different approach with his Khawaga Kid. He “confides” in her how insecure Diva is and how bitchy and mistrustful she can be because her family called her, *gulp* *gasp* *oh horrors* UGLY. This is the worst that could ever happen to anyone! Kabtn Khawaga’s motto is, “Appearance is everything.”

Narcissists can be amusing in their blind devotion to self. EXCEPT for their serial abuse, coercive control and just plain TOXIC personalities.

In Motion

1. Survive 2. Thrive 3. Flourish

WHAT IS COERCIVE CONTROL?

Perpetrators of coercive control are domestic violence abusers who resort to illegal acts in order to further abuse their victim.

Coercive Control is all about power for the perpetrator. They will use emotional, mental, financial, verbal, and physical abuse. Criminalizing coercive control in the most egregious deadbeat parent cases is necessary because these perps enjoy wreaking havoc. They will destroy lives without mercy.

Coercive control is a callous and calculated pattern of behavior by the perpetrator. Criminal acts perpetrated by someone with malicious intent on innocent victims should be held accountable for their actions in Court.

Momma Hen

Our Mama/Momma at the age of 15. Thibodaux, LA. 1960. So beautiful. 🥰

I call her Mama. My sister called her Momma. This young lady’s picture tugs at my heartstrings because I know her future.

Momma Hen with shadow. 1984–her youngest daughter (my sister) at graduation in June 1984.

July 15, 1984. Her “Baby Doll” suffered traumatic brain injury. July 17, 1995. Momma’s chick died in her sleep at home. Home. The cozy nest made for her comatose child. Home. Where both were housebound because this Momma Hen cared for her child around the clock with minimal assistance.

My Mama Hen is 75 now. She is thankful that her prayer was answered and her baby died at home. I can’t imagine how she felt when she woke and went to check my sister.

Mama Hen feels like she hasn’t accomplished much in her life. I tell her I will always honor her for her dedication and devotion to my sister’s health and welfare; Momma Hen. I will share more stories about having this beautiful young lady as our Mama/Momma.

How well did she care for my sister? Eleven years and two days without bedsores. Physical therapy. Cognitive therapy. My sister could hear. Momma Hen and her chick are the inspiration for Three Blinks. Momma Hen taught her injured chick to communicate. One blink for no, two blinks for yes.

So, one day Momma Hen notices her chick is blinking three times. It’s not random, it’s deliberate. She says, “Baby, are you trying to tell me something?” My sister blinks twice for yes. Momma Hen says, “Give Momma some time to think about what you’re saying.” Later that day it comes to her. “Baby, are you telling your Momma ‘I love you?'” My sister blinks twice. “Yes.” I say that’s superb accomplishment for a Momma Hen and her brain damaged Baby.

Thank You for Following!

Written Word vs. Speaking

Writing is my preferred method of communication, giving me time to think before I speak. Today I write to 37 other bloggers following me. I have tried to interact with each of you on some level, yet there are a few I can’t reach for varied reasons.

I Heart Books, Reading, Writers and Writing

2021. I resolved to deactivate a Twitter account with 3500+ followers; starting again from scratch. I haven’t tweeted much on my new profile, and the same is true for Facebook.(Update July 5, 2021. I deleted Facebook and uninstalled the app on my phone.) This blog is my choice to stay “socially connected”, and I haven’t been consistent, but real world events are happening in real time that keep me busy. Yes, I will write about them, but for today, I just want to thank all 36 of you.

Success. Rejection. I’m here to prove I can succeed even when my words are rejected.

We all have our unique niche and I’m happy to be writing. Writing can be our escape, our sanity saver, a dream and/or a nightmare. Creating worlds with words. I love it.

Pay Attention to Signs

There is only One Way to succeed…Do not give up on your dream. Stop trash talking yourself, your talent. All Way sign? You can take yourself anywhere in writing. Have words and get ready for a wild and glorious ride with imagination your guide. ♥️✍

I Come From Around Here

Khawaga Kid

“So, where are you from?” I’m evasive, elusive, when I answer this question. “I come from around here.”

I have chosen my hometown; they just don’t know it yet. So many to choose from and some tug away at my heartstrings.

Foreign places, cozy spaces, juicy peaches, silent beaches. Falling leaves or Evergreen. I come from around here…Khawaga Kid

Quotes to Write By

Busy bee, that’s me…writing
Khawaga Kid. I found my voice.
Today I am better than I was yesterday, but not as good as I will be tomorrow.

I am his daughter, Khawaga Kid; Write Fighter. I chronicle the days of our lives and the poison of his lies. Out of alibis, caught by the world wide web.

Opposites Attract

Ahhh…my Soulmate

Every time I saw him, I felt a peace within me. It seemed my soul would settle while my heart skipped a beat. Calm and peaceful, a gentle giant. He calls me his Wild Woman from the Woods. Yes, opposites do attract.