Category: Ghetto Star: Pleasure & Pain

Salty Saturdays – Pencilled In 03.04.2021

We could call it whatever we like, essentially we set the rules surrounding our lives.

Our relationship has intensified in areas we did not expect.

Burning questions, life lessons and stealth deception.

We dreamt of becoming the couple that wins at everything. Only we end up losing because neither of us accepts the fact that we aren’t like the pictures we post up on our social media platforms.

#BAE

We dare not part, for the blogs would type and the users would read, the creators would make memes and our lie would be free!

That’s why each week we pencil in a day, well a block of time for us to try and reach and match our still images of happiness with reality.

The Baby Cried

You went on like you forgot to buy condoms.

I acted like it was okay! I didn’t want a piece of latex to ruin our moment in time.

My period was late.

My period never arrived.

I tested positive.

I cried.

I waited for what I thought was the right time to tell you and you offered to book me into a private abortion clinic.

I hadn’t reacted and you assumed I agreed with your offer.

When two people declare love and love has been shown, one can’t help but imagine that whatever comes their way, they will face it as one.

Salty Saturdays: Excuse Me! 27.03.2021

Salty Saturdays: Excuse Me

He visited her house on a Friday night, 3 out of 4 Friday nights.

Usually, she has prepared dinner and scented candles sparkle throughout the open space.

Only on Thursday night, she received a notification from her friend who was out shopping in Tesco!

A short video came through showing a handsome man, laughing and joking with a young boy. If they were the same age you would assume they were twins. With the age difference, you can assume they have some form of relation to one another.

The woman in the video picks up some plant-based milk and shows the man. He kisses her head and thanks her for wanting to try it out with him.

The clip ends with the little boy screaming, ‘DADDY! Can we have pancakes tomorrow for breakfast, again? Please!’

Last night he visited her house. Please remember that last night was Friday night.

Although she unlocked the door and let him in, she wasn’t particularly welcoming. She backed away from their usual 5 minutes of kissing on her doorstep. She strode into her kitchen and began to wash the dishes with some lemon-scented liquid.

He closed the front door and entered the kitchen.

Wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and kissed her along the right-hand side of her neck.

She was aroused. But annoyed. She dropped the sponge into the suds and dried off her hands. Walked away and into the living room, picking up a glass of red wine that was waiting close by the remaining contents of a red bottle of wine.

He asked if she was okay?

She looked at him and turned her head away. She reached for her phone and then pressed play on the video.

He recognised the voices and simple said, ‘excuse me, I need to use the loo.’

As he walked slowly up the stairs to the bathroom, he considered the following:

  • Is the sex that good to deal with an argument and get back in her good books?
  • Dionne is less stressful to deal with but has that fat cat all in the bedroom.
  • Shannon is a great cook though and I love everything she whips up, especially for ME!

He reaches down to push the flush button, runs the tap briefly but doesn’t wash his hands.

Runs downstairs and leaves.

After finishing the last bit of wine, Shannon heads slowly upstairs in floods of tears. She enters her beautifully white bathroom and as she steps closer to the toilet, she feels her feet slide a little. She looks down and sees a large puddle of piss, with remnants all around the toilet seat, toilet lid and on the small white rug she has in the middle of the floor.

I Blocked the Bitch!

I blocked the bitch.

I blocked the bitch.

I stopped the bitch.

I locked off the bitch.

I dropped the bitch.

Cut off the bitch.

Read the bitch and shocked the bitch.

Keep your one sided activities, ignorant mindset and lack of complete narrative. I don’t need any of it.

The understanding that you are who you are: means that I’ll always grow being true to myself.

Salty Saturdays: Basically!

The bitch borrowed money for reasons she failed to list.

But we saw her with her nails done!

Shellac, she hash-tagged the life out of, even managing to upload a short video explaining her ‘fit,’ for today’s LET’S VALIDATE MELLISA LOOK!

But then that second text came through:

Hey, Hun

Hope you’re good?

I was wondering if you could lend me £60, please?

I have no food left and I need to get some bits in for my kids.

I know I’ve already borrowed £30 but I can give it all back next Friday when I get paid.

Xxxxx

The bitch asked for more money, this time stating its for food for her kids. She has two.

But her latest post shows she’s spending coins in Armani.

Armani life, she hash-tagged with 29 Armani related tags that followed. A new purse was purchased, I guess that was to store borrowed money inside.

I read the message.

I logged onto Just Eat and ordered a waffle with syrup and vanilla ice-cream

Basically.

Salty Saturdays: The Mom

The mom called her daughter a bitch.

She spat on her and accused her of sleeping with her best friend and another.

The mom punched her daughter multiple times in the head. She stuffed her mouth with cotton and wished her dead.

The mom choked her daughter and labelled her ugly. She felt that being dark was ugly. If you ain’t light then you ain’t right! Right?

The mom showered her daughter with negative thoughts. She always told her that she is nothing and will always be nothing.

The mom left marks on her daughter. Other moms agreed with the parts she shared with them. They spoke louder so the daughter could hear how disappointed they were with how she ‘treated,’ her mother.

The mom played the victim when confronted with facts.

The mom made sobbing noises on the phone to her friends. But her eyes remained tearless.

The mom blamed the daughter for everything bad in her life.

The daughter prayed and prayed and prayed.

Her eyes are so puffy from all the crying.

The mom lied and cried and lied some more. Her stories spread like a virus.