Cherry Blossom

Meet Cherry Blossom…

I grew up with my dad. He raised me so that I could have a normal childhood because my mom was a crack head. When I turned fourteen, I insisted on meeting my mom and I moved in with her. She was responsible when she looked after me, but things started getting too much for me when I would come home and find Jamaican drug dealers hanging out in our house. I even found out her transvestite friends were borrowing my clothes! This was too much for me to handle so I eventually moved out.

Two days before my kid’s birthday party, my husband tells me that he has something important to talk to me about. The day of the birthday party comes and goes and after the guests leave, we start to talk. I didn’t know it, but from that point on, I would never trust a man again. He informs me he has been hanging out at the strip club getting private dances. Then he said that during the four and a half years we were together, he had twenty seven incidents with prostitutes! He gave me every detail – he said that some of them had no teeth, some were shaking from the drugs they were high on and one of them was shooting up. He said that he would jerk off to his social networking website while looking at photos of my friends. He insisted that he was a sex addict.