Melanie's Azar

SIR, WHAT?? Totally unacceptable. Seriously unacceptable. I didn’t say anything because that night was my last shift. I’m not stooping down to their level because I’m better than that. What’s even worse is that they’ll never know or accept the fact that I was bullied and they were a part of it. Corporate won’t listen, just phone tree until I hang up. Whatever. I’m done anyways. They can suck on a cactus dipped in ghost pepper jizz. I believe in karma, and they’ll get what’s coming for them.

me in my natural habitat

Boss man says store is still opened. Yah, okay sure. Says streets will clear by afternoon. It's afternoon. Streets still flooded. How am I going to get to work???? Still demands I show up. Dear Cunt Ass Boss. I'M NOT RUINING MY ALREADY FUCKED UP CAR TO ATTEMPT TO MAKE IT TO WORK THEN GET STRANDED. NOT WORTH 5 HOURS AT $8/HR

It’s currently a bit over a year from when I got my own place and changed my number, but somehow my mom keeps getting a hold of me and keeps calling me and messaging me. Look, I know some of yall might wonder how I can do such a thing, but don’t mistake my leaving as the worst thing ever. As a kid, I never talked back to my mom, never hit her, never screamed, never asked for anything I did everything she ever asked me to and always brought home A’s. My mom was nonstop name calling, berating, and belittling me. My mom is a fucking psycho. You may think your mom is crazy, but I assure you, you haven’t met mine. What am I supposed to do when she threatens to kick me out? Sit like a duck and wait for it to happen? No. Move out while I can before I’m homeless and stranded. Members of the Islamic community has reached out to me asking to reconnect with my mom, telling me I’m a great shame for leaving. I’m done being smothered by religious fanatics and Islamic community members saying that I’m bringing shame on my family. Fuck you guys. It’s 2016, and I’m so not obligated to be oppressed. I don’t need your prayers, help, or guidance. Clearly since I left I’m much happier, less suicidal, and definitely not dead. I’ve graduated from uni with a bachelor’s in Biochemistry and Mathematics. So yeah. I’m okay.

Where do I start? I literally have no idea where to begin, maybe it's best to know where I'm coming from. So I'm 21, female, grew up in a strict Islamic household. No longer a part of the Muslim religion or any other religion, in fact I'm an athiest. My mom has been the worst form of mental and emotional abuse I have suffered so far. I left my mom October 2014, but before then, my life has been nothing resembling a life. I wasn't allowed to go over to friend's houses nor were they allowed to come to mine. I wasn't allowed to do any extracurricular activities either. Home. School. Mosque. Nothing else. No email, no phone, no internet, I could barely go to the library before my mom accused me of doing drugs or having sex. Mind you, this started when I left private school at 10. She would call me names and for a whole year my she wouldn't call me by my first name, but rather "bitch", "whore", or "slut". Everytime my teachers would call role, I would flinch when my name was called almost not expecting it. I had no social life, and barely an academic one. Fast forward 5 years and I'm graduating early at 15 because, yes, my mom forced me to. I had no choice. It was either do as she says or get kicked out. And at 15 what am I supposed to do to sustain myself?? Plus with the way I was raised, I kept my mouth shut and did what I was told. When I went off to university, I was not acclimated to the social status quo. I was a ball of weird, bizzare, maybe disturbing too. But uni opened my eyes and mind to the world out there. I was able to LEARN and GROW into the person I am today, not a mold of what my mom and the Islamic community wanted for me to be. I never was religious, but was always too afraid to declare my atheism. I made friends, for the first time, I was able to freely and willingly make friends, attend social functions, join all the clubs and groups I wanted to, go to the library as I pleased.. I was experiencing life. I was free. ....not truly. My mom was backing the rest of my tuition that scholarships and grants didn't cover so she still had me under her grip. She threatened to stop paying for my schooling if I didn't come home every weekend (I should mention, I was living on campus at the time) or of I didn't call her after every class. She would use the cell network's tracking GPS to locate me and make sure I was where I said I was. I didn't lie to her about where I was, at the University. Because I was 16 at the time, my mom could still read my files, grades, and schedule, one fine spring semester she showed up to my class and sat next to me and made sure I was taking notes. For 2 weeks she would stay with me on campus, and of course I couldn't say anything because I need school. Uni was my freedom albeit taken away from me for those 2 weeks.