Why I Started This Blog...

People might wonder why I would start a blog so seemingly politically incorrect.

Well it's Simple. I am the title and the title is me.

This is basically my way of acting out anonymously and courageously. I felt that the only way I could get out my frustrations is via this blog. Journals are nice, but I know I am not the only woman out there regardless of creed or color who understands what it is like to be frustrated, angry and to own a voodoo doll.

My Journey towards an Angry Black Woman started when I was a child. Family issues and life lessons that began in school made me sour towards life. When I got older, things increasingly became more chaotic, yet because of so many hard knocks, I became used to them and just unwillingly accepted my life as a challenge.

There were plenty of wonderful times in my life. Don't think I have just had a horrible childhood with parents that beat me...actually the exact opposite.

My Parents spoiled me!

My father until about the age of 12 was my hero. My mother was the only Queen I would go out of my way to please. My father and Mother separated when I was a baby and divorced when I was about 4. My father bought and bribed me with just about everything a child could ask for. My mother didn't do that...lol...she wasn't crazy. But she doted on me just the same. My mother was a single mother she basically had nothing, my Grandfather and My aunts helped her raise and support my siblings and I. Which was a challenge because my brother and sister were loose cannons and I was one of those odd children that loved dark corners and closets. I only held adult conversations and if I asked a question you had to have an answer for and if I didn't get it, I would find out for myself! (By the way ain't shit changed!)

I won't go into my whole entire life story because this blog is about what my life as a 28 year old single pregnant black angry woman is now, but I thought a little background could not hurt.

It all started almost two years ago when I met someone who convinced me he was not the devil.

Even back then I was suspicious!

Ladies, if you feel in the beginning, something is not quite right...then it is. Trust me, out of so many regrets in my life, the biggest was ignoring the signs of evil. I understand you want to hold on to the hopes and dreams of getting married. Having angelic children and the whole white picket fence thing, but if you feel like something is horribly wrong, no matter how fantastically goodie the man looks, no matter if he is hung like a porn star, no matter if his smile is as big as the moon and his eyes remind you of the constellations.
RUN BITCH RUN!

I will promise my viewers of several things.

1. You will know the truth

2. I will be horribly honest

3. You will laugh! I believe in healing with humor.

4. You might cry (Hopefully because your laughing so hard.)

5. You will experience everything I am going through, even if you don't want to know.

6. I will eventually get over the pain of being alone through all this, will eventually change the title of the blog and even possibly have damn huge (like walmart) smileys all over the page.

7. I curse like a sailor when I am pissed. So if your too serious or religious, you might want to choose another blog, I never try to replace words that describes my immediate thoughts.

8. Number 6 is a LIE!

Soon, you will find out the events that has lead up to my adventure of being a Angry Black Pregnant Woman. For now I hope I have told you enough to keep you interested. If not, oh well! You don't have to read this thing!