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Devin. Why can’t you ever help elevate me instead of always trying to tear me down? I don’t always need to hear criticism from you. If you don’t have anything good to say, then keep your negative opinions to yourself.”
    â€œI knew you would turn this into something else besides me helping you.”
    â€œHow is this helping me, Devin?” I questioned.
    â€œIt doesn’t matter. Even if I explained it to you, you will still find a way to turn it around to fit your opinion.”
    â€œWhen was the last time you told me something positive?”
    â€œThis morning,” he said quickly, almost cutting me off.
    â€œWhat did you say?”
    â€œI told you I loved you.”
    â€œNo, you didn’t. I told you I loved you, and you said, ‘Yeah.’”
    â€œSame thing,” he argued.
    â€œIt’s not the same thing, and you know it.”
    â€œI’m going to get ready. I don’t have time to stand here and argue with you over something so petty,” he said heading up the stairs.
    I blinked back tears as I watched him disappear. Just because I put on this smile often didn’t mean I wasn’t in pain. What in the world was happening to us? Was my appearance that bad that he felt like he had to treat me like crap all the time? I was really trying hard in this marriage, but I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take.

Sonya
    6
    When I walked into my daughter’s room, I wanted to scream. She wasn’t here, but she left this room looking like a tornado just went through it. If I knew it looked like this, Ms. Thang wouldn’t have been allowed to go over to her friend’s house. I guess that’s why she pulled the door closed so I wouldn’t be able to see what a wreck her room was. No female should be this nasty. I tried to instill in Meena to be clean and pick up after yourself, respect yourself and what you have, and take pride in your appearance, but the only thing I felt like she listened to was taking pride in her appearance. My daughter always made sure she looked good at all times.
    Stepping over all the clothes on her floor, I maneuvered to her dresser to put away the clean clothes I’d just finished folding. I started to place them on her bed, but I knew all she would do when she got here was push them on the floor with the rest of the clothes. What was the point of me washing them if she was going to mix the clean with the dirty?
    Opening the top dresser drawer, I went to put her socks in it when something caught my eye. I pushed a few items of her clothes aside to make the object visible and was stunned when I saw a plastic sandwich bag filled with marijuana. Adrenaline now pumping, I quickly moved more of her clothes around to see if there was anything else she was trying to hide from me. Nothing else was in that particular drawer, but I began to search the rest, and to my dismay, I found something else unusual. In the bottom drawer was a white envelope. I pulled it out and opened it to find money in it. Counting it, I saw Meena had $260 in her possession.
    All type of scenarios ran through my mind as I tried to think of the reasons why my daughter would have this weed and money in her possession. Just five minutes ago, I was mad because she couldn’t keep her room clean, and now, I was facing the fact my fifteen-year-old daughter was involved in something much worse. And the only conclusion I could come up with is that my daughter was a freaking drug dealer.
    I rushed out of Meena’s room and retrieved my cell phone. I needed to talk to her ASAP. I dialed her number, but Meena didn’t bother to pick up. This frustrated me. I knew this girl’s cell phone was constantly glued to her hand, so I know she saw me calling. She just chose not to answer.
    Not willing to let this go, I decided to call her friend Shannon’s home.
    â€œHello.”
    â€œHello, this is Ms. Gordon. Is Meena