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Growing up, I remember how my father used to promise me things...and then disappoint. I always felt like he was REALLY gonna come through. Then at the last possible moment, he'd almost indignantly shrug his shoulders and say something like, "Kali...I had to do other things!" or "Kali, please don't be mad time". I would get so damned mad. I mean, as a kid what is the worst thing that can happen to you except getting your hopes built up high for the colossal let down? Gonna get that extra $20 this allowance...NOT. Gonna get to go shopping for those sneakers everyone else has...NOPE. Gonna take you to the Statue of Liberty...yea, ok. Over and over again, I got promised the world and got let down damn near every time. I remember being 15 or 16yrs old and once AGAIN, my father's promises disintegrated into thin air with the night's breeze. I don't remember exactly what he'd promised...all I know is he didn't come through. We lived in the projects...a building away from each other. He and my grandmother in one and my sister and I, in the other. We started out at his house and because it was night time, he chose to walk us fussing the entire way as to why it was so unfair that he lied to me...

*sidebar* I have no problem disclosing that my dad at that time was addicted to drugs/alcohol. He has since been clean for the past 13yrs AND keeps his promises! ;), my father is getting irritated and begins to brush me off. I too, frustrated as hell...get irritated. I walk ahead, mumbling under my breath while my dad is walking with my sister who was about 9 or 10. We get into "our" building and as we wait for the elevator he tries to calm me with apologies and more promises to make up for the other broken ones lying at my feet. I tune him out. The elevator arrives and he kisses my sister goodbye and attempts to lean in to me and I back away and put my hand up. He says, "Alright, Kali...bye." My sister and I step into the ill-odored space, press 6 and watch him close the door and walk away. Now, if you don't most PJ's there was the door that slid...and the one that opened first. Right before the sliding door closed, I kicked the one that opened...but, instead of it swinging open and fell off the hinges. This STEEL DOOR got kicked off the hinges. Now, my father was barely in the safe zone. That door fell RIGHT at his heels...missing him by a mere inch or less. He said, "What the fuck? Are you crazy?" Not so much because he almost got cartoon hammered into the lobby floor, but because he most likely couldn't fathom his teen daughter kicking a door of that weight off it's hinges. My sister started to get, I'm even MORE pissed. This means...I've got to walk 6 flights of stairs to the apartment. The entire way, he's yelling and cussing and scolding and blah blah blah. I get in the house and he tells my aunt what happened, and she puts her 2 cents in. By that time, I am so NOT fearing anyone's discipline. Fuck it, I'm tired and done with half-assed behavior from adults who want full-assed behavior *lol* from me. Ultimately, I don't get any real punishment...accept walking up the stairs another day. (btw...funny that on my way to school the next morning, I hear the custodians, who are now picking up the door; asking who in the world would tear the door off, while I proverbially whistle and scurry by) LMAO.

I, to this day...cannot stand a liar...a breaker of promises or whats EMPTY promise maker. Someone whose intentions fall short in THOUGHT. Someone who makes promises to keep a situation at bay or to seem like they've got it all under control, when they know that they don't possess the wherewithal to complete the thought let alone the promise. As adults, you have the ability to do one of two things when making a statement. Tell the truth...whatever that shall be...or LIE and know that with each lie, promise, fallacy...your character diminishes. In the final is YOU that looks bad and has no credit. BAD which steals your ability to get big ticket TRUST and RESPECT!

Just keep it real. With that...I bring you a song by Mr. Chap f/Slim Breeze "Blah Blah Blah"

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Butterfly Effect said...

I best not mess with you when I tell you I'm gon do something...jeeez! LOL But, I totally understand. Sometimes life happens and you can't follow through. But, a chronic promise breaker is not cool.

Da_Kween said...


BE, I can understand not being able to come through...but like you said, chronic is ridiculous. If you can't do something, at least express why you cant and apologize but if there is an excuse for every fail, that's an issue. Or how about...just STFU?

mahoganydymond said...

I don't like people to make promises to me either. I have a big problem when it comes to the point it happens over and over again.

I think this is the main reason why I don't deal with many folks, especially after being let down by them.

My father was sorta like that until I went off on him. When I stated to him that blood was thicker than water.. I can go to my mothers boyfriend a he will give me everything I ask for... I will just start calling him daddy.. I never had a problem with my father again..

Wizzy Jr. said...

This is kinda the reason why I didn't really talk to my dad too much growing up. There were many times where he said he'd come get me but he didn't. After the first time, my Mother just didn't tell me he was coming so, if he DID, it was a surprise, if he didn't, I wouldn't get mad because I didn't KNOW he was coming. He spoke to her most of the time, anyway. After he ain't come to my 8th Grade graduation, I pretty much said "Fuck him" for a minute.

You know how I feel about liars. The thing is, they really don't piss me off, per se. It's just that you think that I'm stupid enough to believe it and I can smell a lie a mile away. It's like your insulting my intelligence BLANTLY and I don't like my intelligence to be insulted. Call me whatever you want but don't call me stupid in ANY way, shape or form and don't try to play me like I am, either. Hell, I was a PRO liar because I had a face that could melt hearts (still do. *Pops Collar*). You can't play the player.

Da_Kween said...

@Mahogany...damn, you play for keeps! LOL

@Wizzy...yea, I hate that too...please don't play me for a dummy. I don't say anything either...I just let a fool think they're fooling me, b/c by the time I say something or really confront them...I've got evidence to back it up so they won't lie. (even though some STILL lie in the face of the truth) I just wish honesty was a hotter commodity.

CurvyGurl ♥ said...

Wow, I can only imagine how you felt. My dad always kept his promises, but I remember my first disappointment at the hands of my uncles. They told me they would take me to see a Prince concert. I was all nothing...I was crushed. OK, so that doesn't compare with a lifetime of

You've turned out wonderful despite his shortcomings, I'm sure he's proud of you :-).

Da_Kween said...

Yea, he's proud of me...I think. LOL

It's ok though...everyone's feelings matter. :)

nothink4me said...

I wrote a poem about dad's, I liked you to read it when you have some spare time. It's called DADDY"

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