It has comes to my attention, after leaving a couple of professional offices because of questionable and uncomfortable situations with the staff, that the problem for that mistreatment is due to two reasons. The first, the troublemakers from St. Petersburg came here to Largo, and poisoned the minds of these people because I was new and they did not know me.
The troublemakers I speak of are the people who ran the now failed King/Queen Christian School. They and a few residents on Dartmouth Avenue were responsible for keeping avenue and the neighborhood in turmoil. What did they want. The property that other people were living in. Now that their school close, they want to bland me for its failure, while at the same time, blinding themselves to the fact that they were the only caused for it.
What occurred was that some members of King/Queen Christian School (we assumed they were teachers, but we don’t know be sure) allowed a group of kids in their charge to call me a lady of ill repute (not the exact wording) as I was on a daily walk that took me pass the school in the mornings. This childish lie came from mouths of the young minds that they were supposed to be educating for a brighter future to ensure their tomorrows. What happened was that children were corrupted and learned nothing of value from that school. In addition, because, the school refused to take responsibly for leading those children to say such an awful thing, I have had to defend myself repeatedly since the incident occurred, and I still have the security recording with their voices saying that whore repeatedly on it. They never apologized. Instead they overturned a neighborhood.
Yes, I know they came up here and poisoned the minds some people here in Largo. They did it only because they did not want people to know that I am not a bad woman they have tried to make others believe. However, their attempting to hurt me is such a childish way, only shows what type of people they are and nothing truly about me.
The second reason, and this is more disturbing deals with the question of my finances, which is no one's business but my husband and myself. This was brought about because some women noticed that I dressed nicely just to go on routine errands. I paid them no minds and ran my errands as usual.
However, recently, I came to this conclusion after I was told by another woman that some woman dress nicely attract professional men.
I found her statement confusing as I had no interest in such things or behavior. Grant it. There are women that do this kind of thing. They are women looking for attention because they are either lonely, or predictors looking for attention in the wrong places and for the wrong reasons. I am neither of these women.
However. and thank god, there are women dress who dress as I do for simple and common sense reasons. 1. many, many women professions in offices dictates dressing nicely. Their either wear business suits or nice dresses that can be worn on the job or an evening out. I was lucky enough to be one of these women.
Then there are those of us who are in a third group, an entirely difference group of women, called the "Me" group. Motto "I Do It For Me." I am a part of this group as well, and we dress the way we do for ourselves, and NOT FOR A HIM. We like to looking nice and as opened minded women, we see absolutely no reason way we should dress like hags to please someone else's perception of what we the "Me" group should be dressing like.
Wake up ladies. Should my dressing nicely set up you, make you jealous, or question where the money coming from ti dress my way, perhaps you needs learn how to shop, open your minds, or simply turn your attentions elsewhere.
Because Dearies, I, and I do mean I, … DRESS FOR ME. Therefore, I have ABSOLUTELY NO INTERESTING in dressing for a HIM.
Not only that! I have a HIM to whom I drag around town with me on occasions. He is my Mr. Grumpy, and we have been married nearly 40 years.
In conclusion, I enjoy being among the open minded "Me" group, and I neither need another HIM nor want someone else's HIM.