“I Ain’t a Bitch but I Gotta Divorce Them”

I don’t let a lot of people into my life and let them know my plans because I keep my circle small, but it’s time to make it even smaller and the victims are family. A lot of them don’t understand the motives behind what I do, and that’s cool as long as you don’t feel you need to tell me your opinion about it when I didn’t ask. People tend to feel that since they have moved up in life, they think that gives them more power to tell people about how they should be running their lives. I used to not mind because they’re close family, but even you sometimes have to part ways with them. Like I’ve said before “family is family but that doesn’t mean that we have to be friends.” My mother thinks that my father is trying to live through me because he pushes me to do things the normal person my age wouldn’t be doing. She feels as if everyone drops what they’re doing and attends to me whenever I say I want to do something in order for my plan to follow through. She feels as if everyone caters to me and by everyone, she means my father. I’m his first child, what do you expect? I’m setting the tone for my younger siblings. I tend to not want to think that some people are envious of the things I have accomplished, even the ones that applaud me. I don’t even feel like I’ve reach anything close to the pinnacle that I know I can reach. If this is happening now, I don’t even want to know how worse it’s going to get when I do, because this shit is ridiculous just at this level. I have a life plan but people say life changes, what you planned my not happen. You know what, they’re right; I’ve gotten my plan plus more. And I’m not stupid; I have a plan A, B, C, and even D. So instead of explaining myself to everyone, I turn my back, look forward and think “C.Nichole had to get the shallow shit up off her”. At the end of the day