Why did I come to Canada?! Part 25 of 27

One morning, I heard someone knocking on the door around 7am. I thought that maybe Moe forgot his keys but when I opened the door it was Marven. I was so embarrassed to see him because I just woke up and looked awful. He excused himself for coming very early but said that it was impossible to find me in the evenings and he just wanted to say hello. We chatted for a bit, I updated him about my life then he left to go to work. Marven’s morning visits were becoming more often. I would wake up around 6:30am washed my face, brushed my teeth, putted a little blush and mascara, checked that I was smelling fresh and go back to bed. When he came, I would pretend that I just woke up (I wanted him to think that I woke up with minty breath and rosy cheeks).

It was a Friday night and I managed to finish at 11pm. I got home and saw Marven waiting in the lobby, he said “I was waiting for Moe” (yeah right of course I didn’t believe him) he came in; we made out and asked me if I wanted to have sex (I really wanted to have sex with him). That was the day that I finally knew what making love was. He was so gentle, he took the time to get me in the mood, and he made sure that I always had pillows under my head. It was so different from what I knew from Piercedtongue.

The truth was that I didn’t think much of my relationship with Marven. He was a sweet handsome guy that I was attracted to but I didn’t see it seriously. I thought “I am just gonna use this experience to mend my heart and then it’s over, this is only a hook up”

Going to work was a drag, not because I was working 12 hours a day and 6 days per week but because my boss was always trying to catch a feel. I would be washing dishes or preparing an order and he would walk by me, bump into my butt and say “oh I am sorry it was an accident”. I would believe his story if it happened a few times but it was very often. After the butt incident he moved on to hugging me in the kitchen when no one was around. I asked him to stop but he continued and now trying to kiss me on my cheek. I felt so helpless because I didn’t want to lose my job; I almost had enough money to move out of Moe’s and couldn’t afford to lose this job. I thought on telling his wife but I knew that if I said anything, she would fire me. I endured his constant sexual harassment and avoided any situation in which I had to be alone with him.

It was Saturday morning. I got to work and noticed that his wife wasn’t there. I asked if she was sick and he said “I have decided to give her Saturdays off because it is not very busy, you and me can handle the clients” (are you kidding me? Saturdays were our busiest days!) I didn’t feel like talking to him so I just continued with my work. Closing time was approaching and I kept telling him that I could finish by myself and that he could go home (anything to avoid being alone with him). He refused to go home insisting that I could finish faster if he was around to help me.

I was staying away from him and always standing by the surveillance cameras, just in case if he tried to do something, it’s caught on camera. I needed to go to the kitchen were he was and thought” ok, I am going in really quick, take whatever I need and leave before I give him a chance to hug me or something like it. As soon as I went in the kitchen, I saw him smiling at me in a very creepy way. He hugged me really tightly and tried to kiss me on the lips; I managed to pull away and kicked him in the shins.

He was chasing me around the tables and chairs. I was so scared and told him to leave me alone and that I didn’t want to work there anymore. There were stools lined up and thought that if I could climb up the table, run through those stools really fast I could make it to the back door and leave. I managed to run through 3 stools when I lost my balance and felt off, I landed on a bunch of chairs and got hurt pretty badly. Half of my body was on the floor and the other half was still on the chairs. I felt a bump on my forehead growing by the second and couldn’t get up. I was crying, telling him to go away. He offered to take me to the hospital and said we would pay for it. I didn’t want to go because my visitors permit expired.

He took me home and apologized but I was still very upset, he promised that he wont bother me anymore but to please not leave the job(many of my friends said that I should’ve ask him for a raise and /or money to keep my mouth shut and not tell his wife. Frankly I thought about it but didn’t want to complicate my life even more. He told me to take the week off and paid my wages (it wasn’t free money I worked for this).

Why did I come to Canada?! Part 22 of 27

My womanhood shattered. I felt like my heart dropped to the floor and broke into a million pieces. What was there to show of me? Nothing, I lost it all. My self-esteem was finished; my dignity gone; my honor long gone; my self respect I had left it in California; I was defeated.

When everything had failed and I felt to just give up on everything…my pride lifted me up.

Mothefucker!! He had the nerve to introduce me to his lover? I was hurt. I wanted to slap her. Fucken cocksucker! He cheated on me with this skank.

I said, “You know Mina, you have balls. How many times you looked at me in the eye, yet knowing that you were having sex with him.”

Mina: “I told you I stopped right after I met you. I knew you were a good innocent girl and I confronted him. That’s why I told you not to love him and to just use this as an experience and enjoy the sex.

I said, “You know what the worst of this is? That I had feelings for him.”

But those feelings of love were gone. That’s it, it’s over! I hated Piercedtongue. I wished I would be able to see him once more so that I could at least spit on his face.

I started walking away from her and she kept on following me,

Mina: “I am sorry girl. It is totally understandable that you feel this way towards me, but you have to understand I did not know you. I am not trying to excuse my behavior as I know I was wrong, but don’t lay all the blame on me…”

I turned around and I really wanted to slap her

She rushed to hug me and said, “I am sorry, really. I feel terrible.”

I kept moving away and trying to remove her hands off my waist. She was holding tightly and I kept warning her that if she didn’t leave me alone, I was going to slap her. She responded by saying that if it made me feel better then do it. I didn’t hit her. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. I didn’t have any more tears in my eyes. My tears were anger and frustration. I wanted to punch her in the face and to tell her what cheap fugly whore she was. But I didn’t because it wasn’t her, it was him and it was me.

We talked for a while and I sincerely accepted her apology. I wasn’t mad at her anymore. I was mad at myself for being such a huge loser and believing all his lies.

She gave me her business card and tried to give me money, but I did not take it. I was not about to take money from his fucken lover. We said our goodbyes and I was not planning on becoming friends with her, so I tossed her business card and decided to forget about her. Three days later I found $60 dollars in my purse. It was Mina’s money. Four months later I went to her job so that I could pay her the money. I was told that she moved to another province. I have never seen her again since that last time, but I wish her all the best and hope that one day someone returns the favor. At least she had the balls to come clean unlike Piercedtongue.

I went back home to find that Moe and Marven where there. I was glad not to be alone with Moe cause like I said before the situation was awkward. Sometimes I ran out of things to say to him. We were chilling and smoking. Moe left because he had a date with a girl. He said he was coming back in a couple hours. Marven and I were becoming really good friends… we were talking and joking, well he was doing most of the jokes, I was just listening. He told me, “You know Piercedtongue is such an idiot! I would kill for a girl like you. I would marry her in a heartbeat.”

I looked at him and said, “Well, I guess thanks.” (I am not going to lie, it did feel good. But I thought ok, he is saying this to make me feel good. Shania don’t think that he actually means it. He is just being polite).

Although I was saying all these things in my head, I saw Marven in a whole different light. I always thought he was really good looking but, fuck! Here I go with the damn looks. Don’t you know where fucken looks get you? You can’t possibly keep thinking like this Shania! Grow up! Don’t be a moron all your life!

Why did I come to Canada?! Part 21 of 27

We woke up around noon time. Moe asked if it was ok if he threw a party. It was his house, what could I say? No? I said yes, but I didn’t really want to have a party. I was feeling kinda sick. I just wanted to be alone and sleep. I started cleaning the house while Moe went to get booze and snacks. Little by little people started arriving. It was a full house. There must have been about 15 people, most of them guys but there were about 3 girls. I tried to talk to them but they were totally not my type. One of the girls was talking about how many guys she had been with and how that made her “an independent woman." I was so tired of listening to her so I went to talk to Marven and a friend of his.

I was having a really good time with both of them. Marven’s friend left the party so it was just Marven and I who didn’t seem to get along with the rest of the people in there. Marven asked me if I wanted to go to the rooftop and I agreed so we went.

It was probably around midnight and it was cool and breezy. We didn’t see many stars, but the view of the entire city was expectacular...it was amazing. I saw the Canada that I never knew existed. There was a nice big couch waiting for us so we decided to sit and chat for a bit. We talked about life, about the future. He asked how was I doing staying at Moe's. (He didn’t know my whole situation because I didn’t want to tell him). After a while we decided to go back to the party before people started saying that we had ditched them. There were a few people left and Moe was wasted and sleeping in his bed. I decided to have a couple of shots but Marven asked me not to get smashed around this people and he said:

“I don’t know most of these fools. I don’t trust them.”

I listened to him and didn’t continue drinking. I was very tired and falling asleep in one of the couches, but the people were still drinking. Marven saw how tired I was and asked everybody to leave. He then said that he was going out to make sure that everybody took a cab home. I was too tired that I couldn't move from that same couch so I just lay there.

I didn’t notice when Marven came back, but I heard him call me a couple times. I didn’t answer because maybe this way he would leave sooner. He took a blanket and covered me, said goodnight and locked my door.

Moe was now staying home more often than he did before. Frankly, I was very uncomfortable. I was as feeling weird to be at his house. I didn’t want to be a burden for him, so I cleaned, cooked (whenever possible), did laundry, etc. Moe was very respectful, but I noticed that he had an issue with drugs…and not the soft drugs. He didn’t do any drugs while I was staying there, but I knew because a few times while doing his laundry I found a couple of pills of ecstasy and empty baggies in his pockets.

The weather was nice so I went for a walk to clear my head. Guess who I saw? Remember Mina? (The girl that Piercedtongue brought home so I could be friends with?) Yeah her!

Mina said, "Hello." She was really excited to see me (Too bad I wasn’t a bit excited to see her) and the usual crap that people tell you when they haven’t seen you for a while: “Oh you look great!” (In my head I was thinking “Too bad I can’t say the same thing about you”). "You look great too Mina." She smiled and laughed with that super annoying laugh of hers. She asked me how things were going with Piercedtongue so I asked, “Don’t tell me you don’t know?"

She replied, “Oh I am sorry did you guys break up?"

I told her it was more that he had abandoned me. I filled her in about what had happened.

She said, “You know I do like you. I thought you were a cool girl ever since I met you and I tried to give you advice, but you did not want to listen.”

I answered, "Well, I barely knew you; I did not know what were your intentions."

Mina: "Shania, I owe you an apology."

I said, "No, I guess I owe you an apology….I didn’t trust you because Piercedtongue said that you were jelous and that…….."

Mina: "Piercedtongue and I were fucking around while you were with him…..but this is all before I knew who you were. I swear, I stopped as soon as I met you…I told him how much of an asshole he was for doing this to you"

WTF! Another one of those moments - when someone wakes you up abruptly with a bucket of cold water in the face…..

I looked at her big dark eyes and couldn’t find the words that I wanted to use….

To be continued...

Why did I come to Canada?! Part 20 of 27

It was probably about 6:00 PM and I was sleepy so I decided to go back home to check if Moe maybe had already come down from his high. I opened the door and there was Marven, Loizo, Moe and other friends. I greeted everyone there and of course I thought I would not be able to sleep as it is a studio and there are no doors or privacy whatsoever. They were smoking weed and invited me by asking if I wanted a hit. I didn’t feel like smoking, but didn’t want to be the "party pooper," so I started smoking weed. Everything was so peaceful; I was so relaxed. I was laughing and having such a good time. I was happy. I don’t know when everybody else left, but it was only me and Marvin left. We were watching tv and talking crap. Everything was right but then I started to talk about him…..


I guess Marven was getting bored of me talking about Piercedtongue because he said he needed to go home. He probably thought that I was such a buzz killer. I started getting ready to go to bed when Moe came back and asked me if I was going anywhere. I asked, why? "Ohh, cuz I met this chick and I kind of want to be with her for a bit. Can I ask you to comeback in a couple of hours? After this I am going out and you can comeback." I agreed. After all it was his place and I understood that he wanted to be alone. I rushed to get my things and left.


Once again I am outside not knowing where to go. It was like 9 PM. I walked and sat by the park, but left because there were a few guys and I was getting scared. Finally 11 PM and I decided that I was gonna go back. I went back and noticed that I did not have my key. I knocked and knocked but there was no one. Moe had left... fuck!!! I am so screwed! I waited for Moe for an hour, but sometimes I wont see Moe for weeks...shit! I started walking towards Sasha's place. Maybe I can just ask her to let me stay this time. I was too exhausted to do anything else. I went to her place but right before I knocked on the door I heard her husband and her arguing in Russian. Oh no!! I cant ask her now! I went to the highest floor at her apartment building. I was too weak and tired to go anywhere, so I slept in the stairwell, where I thought there was no traffic.


I thought about calling my mom and just tell her to take me back this time. I know that if I would've told her my situation she would take me back, but she would remind me about this for the rest of my life. No I can't do this, I have to suck it up. I have to manage and I cant ask for help. I got myself into this mess and I have to get out by myself. I cant let no one know what I am going through.
I woke up around 7 AM and I had to leave before some one saw me. I went back to Moe's place and hoped that he was there. He opened the door and asked me where I had been. I told him I forgot my key and that I was at Sasha’s. He went back to his bed and as I was still tired I went to sleep to my bed. I know, so awkward both of us sleeping in the same room, but I did not care was too I worn out

Why did I come to Canada?! Part 18 of 27

{I just want to tell everybody that I am so sorry but I can’t do the one post a day thing. I feel burnt out, for some reason I can’t write and these last two posts I feel like if I am not giving my 100%. Although my friend has been checking my entries before posting because I have serious problems with grammar, they still lack feeling and I am omitting so many details because I just can’t put them together in a coherent way. I also want to read other blogs that I’ve subscribed but have been neglecting due to working on my blog. So this is my last entry for this week. I will post 2 to 3 entries per week depending on how I am feeling. I am so sorry for disappointing many of you but I just need to take it slow and really enjoy my blogging experience and not feel like it is a job. Thank you for your understanding and despite my “freaking grammar” I still have your support}

I would think about Piercedtongue and how much I missed him. I kept telling myself that I shouldn’t cry for him, he didn’t deserve my tears, but sometimes it was impossible to accomplish that. I was very angry and hurt. He didn’t even give me an explanation on why he decided to leave. I was in need of a closure; just a phone call to tell me that it was over and that I could move on because I was still hoping that he would come back, but he never called.

After almost 2 months Moe came back. I had no idea were he was and didn’t want to ask questions. We chatted for a bit, told him that I was embarrassed about staying at his house and that as soon as I got a job I would find my own place. He said not to worry and that he was glad that I was there because most of the time he wasn’t home and it was nice to come back to find that everything was organized.
He was getting ready to hit the club scene and asked me if I was up for it, but didn’t feel like going. I stayed home and had a pity party.

It was around 5 in the morning when I heard someone banging on the door. (I was hoping it wasn’t Midas or worse). I thought that by ignoring it the banging would stop, but it didn’t, therefore, I had to get up and open the door.
It was Moe. I was very upset that he woke me up, so asked him in a very sarcastic way if he forgot his key.

Moe responded: “No, I just can’t figure out how to open the door.”

I thought he was joking and being sarcastic as well. I decided to go back to bed thinking that he would do the same, but kept talking to me and wasn’t making much sense. I was not sure if he was drunk or just trying to be funny, but I was starting to be afraid of him.

He couldn’t keep still, was pacing and talking incoherently. I was terrified and asked if he was ok. He giggled and said that he felt great.
I was thinking on where to go at 5 a.m. Moe was fucken high and I was scared. I locked myself in the bathroom and prayed that he wouldn’t try to come in. I wanted to take a shower and leave, but I was scared that he would try to open the door, so I opted to just wash my face.

I could hear him talking to himself and moving his bed. I was scared to come out. I was trying to remember where I left my purse so I could quickly grab it and go out the door.

I opened the door without looking at him and took my purse trying to make my way out the door. He saw me and asked where I was going so I told him that I was going to get the newspaper.

It was dark outside but not too cold because spring was arriving and I was hoping that it wouldn’t rain. I could hear the cars passing by, but it was still a bit quiet.

Walking and thinking on where to go I decided to go to the park and sit on a bench. I began meditating on my life and talking to God. I wished I had never come to Canada and that I would’ve never have met Piercedtongue. I wished that I would’ve never broken up with Ruben (My boyfriend prior Piercedtongue). I was thinking that I should have different parents or at least a different mom. I wished I was never born. I was so sick of crying, but I couldn’t stop. Many people say that you will feel better after a good cry, well I had many good cries but it didn’t feel any better.

It was 9 a.m. and I was still seating in the same spot. What should I do? Should I visit Sasha? No, it is a weekend and she is with her husband. Should I call Antonio? Yeah right, I don’t have money; I have to walk for at least 3 hours, and wouldn’t have energy to get back…

11 a.m. - Still in the park, maybe I should go back to Moe’s place… Hmmm, no he is probably still high! No, forget it. Who knows what the hell he is on!?!

2 p.m. - Still in the park. I could see people jogging, riding their bikes and luckily it was getting a bit warmer.

I am hungry… Should I go back to that coffee place and steal crackers? Yeah, I am hungry and too proud to beg for money plus in these clothes people are not gonna give me shit…

To be continued...

Why did I come to Canada?! Part 17 of 27

About 3 days later I was woken up by stomach cramps. I got up to go to the washroom and looked in the mirror, I saw a very ugly girl. I was very pale, had extremely puffy eyes and lips, my hair was dull from using hand soap. I looked disgusting. I spent pretty much the whole day in the bathtub because I didn’t have anything to use for my period. The cramps were so bad I didn’t want to move. (Later I got the brilliant idea to use Piercedtongue’s designer shirts in lieu of pads)

It was around 10 a.m. when a loud knock on the door woke me up. I quickly got up thinking that it might be Moe (He usually knocks before coming in). I ran to the bathroom to make sure that I didn’t have anything disgusting in there. I waited for a couple of minutes and then the knocking stopped so I went to check through the peephole and found an envelope with my name on it. I was scared to pick it up so I waited for about 10 minutes to open the envelope. In the envelope there was a 20 dollar bill and a note from Midas saying that he needed to talk to me and he we would be back in a couple of hours.

I was hungry so I checked to see how much food was left, which was just about 6 crackers and half jar of jam. I needed pads, shampoo, painkillers, lotion, etc. I was sick and tired of living this way. I could end this by just saying yes to Midas, after all it would be a one time thing.

I took a shower, groomed, and waited for him.

I was feeling icky. I can’t do this I have to get out because if he comes I know I would say yes.

I went out the door and started walking when I saw him. My heart dropped to my stomach when he walked towards me. I thought about running, but my body wouldn’t move. He asked me if I had made up my mind. I looked at him and thought: No I can’t have sex with this man. This is too disgusting.

I was having a war in my head; like a good angel/bad angel type of war.
He was pulling my wrist and telling me to go somewhere where we could talk.
I told him to leave me alone, otherwise, I was gonna start screaming and calling for the cops.

His voice became calmer as he got closer to me and almost in a whisper kind of voice he told me how much he liked me since he met me. He said he really wanted to help me and that he didn’t want a relationship because he got hurt many times just like me.

I didn’t buy it and I felt insulted that he thought I was that stupid. I screamed to the top of my lungs and said, “STOP FOLLOWING ME, LEAVE ME ALONE!” The few people that were on the street turned around to look at him. He told me that I was stupid and that I had lost an opportunity. In my mind I was thinking the same thing. I wanted to cry, but thought “fuck him,“ I’m not gonna cry, and I’m tired of crying and I don’t want to ruin my make-up so I am gonna spend his 20 dollars.


I was walking and heard a guy speaking Spanish on his cell phone. I had never heard anyone speak Spanish since I came to Canada so I stared at him and he looked at me and I turned away. He approached me to introduce himself. He had a hardcore Spanish accent and I couldn’t understand anything so I answered back in Spanish. We talked for a while. He said he was on his way to a Hispanic social club and invited me, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go. He kept insisting, stating that I needed to work on my Spanish (my Spanish is fine).

Antonio was nice, funny, and gay.

I was very excited because I wanted to meet people so I went to the social club. Everybody was really nice, but most of the time I would talk to Antonio. He was very funny and I was so glad I was able to forget about my problems for a bit. After a few visits Antonio and I became friends.
A club member invited us to his birthday party. I decided to go because I had nothing better to do; I was having a really good time dancing, talking, and drinking. I t was about 2 am and I was drunk. I knew I had to go home before I got worse.

Antonio walked me to the subway station but it was closed. He said that he didn’t live far from there so I could stay at his place if I wanted to. I thought that I could trust him because after all he was gay.

I don’t remember how I got to his place, I just recall that I was in his bed and he was kissing me. I pushed him away and don’t remember exactly what I said, but was basically trying to tell him that he was gay and that this couldn’t be possible. He said that he never told me he was gay and he thought I liked him. I wanted to leave, but he stopped me and said that I was too drunk to be on the street. I cried and told him my whole story and he apologized for making a move on me. He assured me that he wouldn’t take advantage of me and kept talking, but I was too drunk to care.

I woke up the next day thinking I should leave before he would have a chance to see me, but he was sitting in the living room. He said, “I am sorry about last night.” I told him that it was alright so he asked “Can we just forget about it and be friends?” I agreed and we moved on. He is still my friend until this day.

To be continued....

Why did I come to Canada?! Part 16 of 27

{I hope that you can understand this entry I was rushed to post it before people start complaining LOL j/k. I have a busy day tomorrow so I will post around midnight (eastern time U.S) If you are wondering if I am writing it as I go well yes and no, I wrote about 40 pages but are mainly things that I want to mention according to my perspective and the order of events that took place at the time, I know I should just do it all one shot but I feel overwhelmed by so much writing. I guess that I am writing as I go LOL.}

The next day Midas was at my door, I didn’t feel like going out with him, dinner was great but I didn’t want to talk to him. I wasn’t going to open the door but I was listening to music and he could totally hear that I was there. I opened the door and greeted him he asked if he could come in I said

“No, I told you it is not my place”

He said “ok, should I come back in about a 1hr and we could have dinner or watch a movie?

I decided to go, what I’m gonna stay home for? To cry about that fucker, naa I am going.

We went to eat but I didn’t want to go to the movies, I was feeling uncomfortable around him so I asked him to take me home. I arrived home; he offered to walk me in and said:

“I don’t want to beat around the bush I like you and I know that you don’t have a job so I want to make you a proposal, I can help you, I can talk to my brother he is in charge of a travel agency and probably he can hire you, I can help you get an apartment … you can save money and go back to the states

I said what do mean? (Can you actually believe that I said that? What do you mean? My goodness, I needed to wake up! If I continued with this kind of mentality everybody was gonna take advantage of me, it was a jungle out there, survival of the fittest....)

He said: I am not ready for a relationship…… I mean I am willing to pay you….it’s just sex….

I felt like I was taking a nap and rudely awoken by a bucket of cold water in the face. I couldn’t believe this guy, I was speechless…….

He said: I will give you $350 dollars….you can really use that money
I said “Midas you are a fucken asshole you know my situation and you fucken say shit like this you make me sick!! I would NEVER EVER fuck someone like you take your money and shove it

Midas smiled and that made me angrier he said “silly girl, everybody’s got a price….. Sleep on it; I will see you in a few days.

I said “fuck you! I don’t ever wanna see you again!” And I walked away…

What makes me upset till this day it’s that I was so naive for the longest time I was living in this bubble and went I actually stepped into the real world I wasn’t fit to deal with its complexity and evilness, everything was coming at me at once, I was discovering so many things about this world and I couldn’t keep up with it, one thing after another, piercedtongue bam, getting stiffed at my last job bam, Midas proposal bam… I was loosing my mind, I felt like if I was in this black hole and I was going deeper and deeper and I couldn’t get out.

I was crying and my self-esteem plunged through the floor, I was telling myself that I couldn’t even keep Piercedtongue that I wasn’t worth loving... I kept thinking that maybe I should just have sex with Midas and get all the help that I need because even if I gave myself for love like I did with piercedtongue I get fucked over…. I was so demoralized.

I didn’t have notion of time, I was sleeping for about 2 days straight. I didn’t take a shower, I didn’t brushed my teeth, I didn’t care I couldn’t go on, I could feel the tears coming down my cheeks but I couldn’t feel anything I was numb. I felt like if I was trapped in a dark room but I didn’t want to come out and the only thing I wanted to do was to sleep and never wake up.

To be continued...

Why did I come to Canada?! Part 15 of 27

Many days passed and I couldn’t find a job. I had no food no money; I was embarrassed to ask Sasha for money or food. I was hoping for Moe to comeback so that he could buy some food (I know still embarrassing) Anyways,I wasn’t hungry I was too depressed to feel anything.

The next day I was feeling very weak but I had to look for a Job, I felt emotionally, mentally and physically drained all I wanted to do was to lay in bed all day. It was such a drag to put on a happy face but I had to because no one wants to hire someone that looks like crap. I delivered resumes at restaurants, coffee shops, bakeries and other places that I thought might hire under the table.

I had my last resume I went into a coffee shop, the smell of coffee and blueberry muffins reminded me that I was hungry, I recalled being at my mom’s house and the many times that I refused to eat because I was in one of my so called “diets” or my mom made a strange Mexican dish that I thought it was too weird to be edible, how I wished I could eat that. While I waited to be helped I had an Idea (I am sorry if I disappointing many of you but I want to be honest) I saw a bunch of crackers on the counter I took them put them in my purse took a plastic bag and headed for the bathroom, I took a lot of toilet paper and I use the plastic bag to steal hand soap (I didn’t have shampoo at home), luckily the dispenser was full. Obviously I didn’t leave my resume and I still feel embarrassed for stealing, I have never stolen anything in my life hmmm… except when I took paper clips and a white out from work…. Gosh that it’s pretty bad… well I don’t know what to say about that…


The crackers lasted for 2 days, the truth was that I wasn’t even hungry until I felt like passing out that’s when I would eat the crackers. I checked with Sasha to see if someone called in regards of a job but no news. Before leaving her house she gave me some chocolates, tea, a homemade jam and 5 dollar bill. I never told her that I did not have food but I guess she knew that if I didn’t have a job I didn’t have money for food. I was very grateful but at the same time I felt embarrassed and humiliated to be getting money I swallowed my pride and accepted the help. I told her that as soon as I got a job I would give her everything back, she reminded me that she was my friend, and thought of the time when she and her family were working in the Russian mines how they would have very little food and people would share whatever they had.


I went to the convenience store to see Midas but he wasn’t there I talked to another guy and he asked me out,(great, the last thing I needed was that) I told him “no thanks “( I wasn’t ready to start dating and he was really old and totally not my type) I grabbed a bag of bread and putted on the counter to pay for it, he told me not to worry that it wont cost me anything I told him that if he was doing this so that I could go out with him to forget it, I did not want it, He said “no, it’s on me, I won’t ask you for anything.” I was so glad because I did not want to spend those 5 dollars I thanked him and rushed to get out before he changed his mind.

The next day I managed to talk to an owner of a bar and he agreed on hiring me to assist the bartender (I knew nothing about bartending) I showed up at the bar around 10pm talked to the owner and he wanted to see some kind of I.D I showed him my American Passport, he said “I am sorry, I don’t want any trouble, no offense but Americans are bad news, I can’t hire you.”(Why? I have no Idea I was pissed off I didn’t even wanted to talk to him I had to walk home and it was freaking late)


A couple of weeks later………

Back to Sasha’s and to see Midas, he knew that I was not with Piercedtongue and asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner, frankly I thought yes! Dinner! I am going! I kinda felt that maybe he was hitting on me but I wasn’t sure so I did want to jump into conclusion, maybe it is just friendship. We had dinner we talked and I was glad I wasn’t home thinking about Piercedtongue. he said that he had a great time and hoped we could see each other again… he dropped me off asked if he could come in my apartment (Ok , than I knew what the wanted), I said “I can’t it’s not my place I cant let people in” (I didn’t want to have sex with him ewww no way).. he said “ok, maybe you can come to my place tomorrow…( fuck, I knew this dinner wasn’t free) I said “yes maybe” and maybe tomorrow I can do the same thing and have a free dinner. I felt like such a gold digger well more of a food digger.

Why did I come to Canada?! Part 14 of 27

It was starting to hit me that it was over, I couldn’t force someone to love me; I gotta have some dignity….. I was so sick of crying, I had this sense of despair, and hopelessness. It is over, it’s over I kept telling myself……. But some where deep inside my heart … I still believed…. when believing was not enough, I hoped…….when hope failed….. I dreamt… and in my dreams he was still there, just the way I saw him for the first time, smiling at me and happy to see me.

Note for my Best friend: Girl, I am so sorry that I kept many things from you, when I talked to you I didn’t tell you everything that was going on, I did not want to tell you…. I didn’t want to look weak and I did not want you to feel sorry for me. I was too proud to accept that my decisions placed me exactly where I was…

I did not want to shatter your “idea” of true love and happiness, you still believed in fairytales and I did not want to be the one that would kill your dreams… you believed in true love.. and I… did not know what I believed any more.

I love you girl and… I am sorry … but I couldn't tell you, besides I think you would not have answers for me… I am sorry but… I am supposed to be the strong the one that always had answers for your questions, I was the counselor remember? I was Shania the fearless, for some reason I adopted the role of being the one that had everything put together but I was nothing like it I was afraid of things I was sensitive, I was scared and full of question just like anybody else… I never let you saw my insecure side, the side that needed comfort, that was not who I was supposed to be.

I had to figure it out for myself and I couldn’t allow anybody to see me defeated, I couldn’t stand people feeling sorry for me. I could not reach out to anybody; my faith was the only thing that kept me standing… I gave advice to people but nobody was able to advice me… or maybe I did not want to listen because…. I thought I knew what the answer was I guess my stubbornness and pride kept me from reaching out.
What I am about to write are things that I have never told you and I hope you understand….. I am sorry



I was looking for a job and would list Sasha’s address and phone number and just checked with her every other day. It was extremely difficult to find a job because employers would ask for my social insurance (its social security for Americans) and I did not have one.
The food was running out and I was broke.
I was so depressed; I could not stop beating myself up for my stupidity for being such a moron and ruining my life this way. I was angrier at myself then at him… because I still wished that he would comeback (how pathetic.)

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Why did I come to Canada?! Part 13 of 27

Sunday morning, I woke up and I saw Moe sleeping in his bed, I didn’t hear him coming home last night. I was already up trying to be quiet and not do anything that would wake him but I was getting bored. I took a quick shower and out the door I went. It was freaking cold, I had nothing to do outside no money, no direction, I just needed to kill time. Tomorrow I will go and ask Randy for my pay check; after all he owes me $1500 dollars.


It was Monday morning I was on my way to work, it was snowing and I had to walk about 40 minutes because I had no subway fare. I got there and was soaking wet, luckily I had my uniform inside the restaurant, I tried to open the door but was closed, I thought that maybe Randy slept in, I decided to go to the convenience store next door, they might know where Randy is.


{ Before I continue with the remaining parts of this story I know some of you are gonna think that I am full of shit and just making everything up, you can believe whatever you want . I know what happened, and someone else that I won’t reveal his/her identity knows my whole ordeal.}


I talked to Midas (the clerk) and asked him where Randy went. He said

“What, you didn’t know? Mothafucker! Fucken asshole!”

I was confused and said “what?”

Midas: “Last week he closed the restaurant he said we wasn’t making enough money and decided to cut his losses and leave”

I said “WHAT?! He owes me $ 1500 dollars

Midas: “call him right now!“

I called him and the phone was out of service, FUCK! I couldn’t believe this was happening to me, especially now, I didn’t have a penny in my pocket. I turned around so that Midas wouldn’t see my tears, tears of anger and desperation, how can there be this kind of inconsiderate individuals in the world, now that I needed that money more than ever.

I immediately called Sasha and found out that he owed her money as well and never told her about closing the restaurant; she said that she had the key to the restaurant and maybe we can take something and sell it

(Yeah, I know we were breaking the law but so did he and in our case where would we go to complain? my visitors permit in Canada was already expired and was basically an illegal and Sasha was a refugee wasn’t supposed to be working until her case cleared but we needed to work to survive.)

She got there in about 10 minutes we opened the door and the place was clean, just a couple of plastic chairs. There wasn’t anything we could do, we got duped. I was devastated and just started crying and told Sasha what had happened a couple of days before. She told me that she was going to talk to her husband to see if maybe I can stay with them but I did not want to bother her because they were newlyweds, I did not want to become the 5th wheel, I told her I was ok were I was.



I walked home and was so depressed; I did not care about the snow or about getting sick. What the fuck I was gonna do? Where am I standing in this relationship? Is he coming back?
(I know that everybody wants to kick my ass for saying this kind of things but this is what happened, I was having these thoughts) After all he is working right? Yes I will be ok, but I still need to talk to him. I called him and he did not answer, I left him a message to call me back….

The next day I called him again I left him another message this time I told him that I lost my job and Randy owed me 1,500 dollars and he vanished. I kept calling him leaving him messages to call me that it was urgent, message after message until I filled his voice mail.

3 days and still no response from him. I was incredibly sad and I did not know what to do next, I kept thinking ….. What did I get myself into? I am an idiot, I am a fucken dumbass, He is not coming back! Fuck, I need a job, the food is running out and I have not heard from Moe who knows when he is coming back and… I can’t ask him for money… I need a job

I went to see Midas at the convenience store, I asked if he knew someone that was hiring, (under the table) he said he was gonna check and to call him later.

I was heart broken, I could not think straight, some how I still hoped that he would come back, that he would see the mistake he made and we would get back together. Oh I missed him terribly, I would open the closet and sniffed his clothes, I wore his pajamas to bed and l felt him close to me. I felt like I could not eat, think or breathe, everything was hard … I couldn’t live with out him… That night I dreamt about him, that we were together, I would do anything to have him close to me, I could still feel his lips next to mine, I would close my eyes and still see him, only to opened them and see that there was no one next to me..

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Why did I come to Canada?! Part 12 of 27

I arrived home from work and there was an eviction notice on the door, that same night the landlord came and asked us to pay the remaining balance or leave. Obviously we did not have the money. Piercedtongue called his friend Mohammad to see if maybe we can stay with him for a few weeks until we find another place.


Moe’s apartment was a small studio, I told Piercedtongue “there is no privacy whatsoever how are we going to have sex? “ In a way I thought that it was a good idea if we stopped having sex, maybe I can get my thoughts together. He told me that he did not want to have sex until we were sure that I am not pregnant and if I was I knew what to do but until then no sex. I was very sadden by his answer but I was not willing to tell him that I was gonna have an abortion. I wished that I wasn’t pregnant I did not want to have a baby living in these conditions.


Moe was nice and very respectful, he was hardly at home and as usual Piercedtongue wasn’t working much, I was working less because the restaurant wasn’t doing well. Piercedtongue informed me that he found a job in another province; he assured me that he was going to make enough money to afford a place of our own and that he would be back in two weeks.


A week passed and he called me to find out if I got my period, I told him that I did and asked him when he was coming back, he said that in about a week.
It was 2 weeks already and he was still not back, I called him and he said that he needed to stay three more weeks so that we would have more money.

The situation at home with Moe was awkward, he was very polite but sleeping in a studio without some kind on division was like sleeping with a stranger in the same room, it was very embarrassing the good thing was that he would disappear on the weekends and did not come back until Tuesday or even Wednesday.

4 weeks have passed and have not heard from Piercedtongue, I decided to call him, he told me he was busy working and that I should not call him, that he would be back next Saturday and I could talk all I want.

Finally Saturday arrived, I was thrilled to know that I was going to see him; the truth was that I missed him very much. I woke up early that morning, cleaned the house, did laundry, was thinking on making dinner but there wasn’t much food and did not have enough money to buy groceries. I took a shower shaved my legs and everything else, exfoliate my skin, gave myself a pedicure and manicure, I wanted to look perfect.

It was 10pm and I heard a knock on the door my heart started pounding, I gave myself a quick look in the mirror and then opened the door….. hmmmm, it was Moe and Marven , “grhhhh” I smiled but was not happy to see them, I was tremendously disappointed because I wanted to be alone with Piercedtongue. Moe said

“I heard Piercedtongue is coming today is he here yet?”

I said “no, not yet.”

Midnight and still no sign of Piercedtongue, I was getting worried, how about if something happened to him, if the plain crashed? Or he doesn’t want to come back anymore because he has another woman? Moe said that he probably missed the flight. I called him but I kept getting his voice mail. I wanted to cry but I was embarrassed to cry in front of Moe, he saw how distressed I was so he called him. Piercedtongue answered ,they spoke in Arabic for about three minutes, I kept asking Moe to let me talk to him but he was signaling to wait. Moe hang up looked at me and said,

“He is ok, don’t worry about him,”

I said “why didn’t you give me the phone?”

Moe said “he is not coming, not tonight,”

I “did he say when?”

Moe ” I don’t know , he did not say”

I was furious and I called him back, he didn’t answer, I kept trying and trying until he finally answered and said

“I can’t talk to you right now”

I said “what the fuck is goin on? why are you not here? When are you coming?”

He“listen I can’t talk, I am working”

I “WHEN THE FUCK ARE YOU COMING BACK?”

He “ I DON’T KNOW, I will let you know, bye” click he hung up.

Marven was telling me not to worry that everything would be ok, he excused himself and went home. Moe asked me if I wanted to go to the club but I did not feel like going clubbin. I had a feeling that Moe knew more then he wanted to say, I was so sad and angry at the same time, so miserable, this fucken guy, why is he doing this? Is this a cultural thing? Is he cheating on me? Am I over reacting? I was looking for something to drink, I want something strong, and I wanted to drown my sorrows. I looked around and there was nothing, not a single drop of alcohol in this fucken house!

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Why did I come to Canada?! Part 11 of 27

Christmas day came and it was a sad sad day, I loved Christmas but for him it was just another day. No presents no tree no Christmas carols no celebration no nothing. He noticed that I was feeling down and bought me an aqua lamp with glowing fishes and a box of chocolates I thought that was really sweet of him and after all he wasn’t a bad guy.

Valentine’s Day was approaching, I was very excited because I love holidays but again for him it was a normal day I explained that this was a very especial day for couples and we should do something. We went to eat dinner, it was a real sacrifice because we were both really short in funds and although I was working I was trying to catch up with the rent. We were at the restaurant, he gave me a gift it was a pair of Pajamas with hearts and I loved it, he said that Mina helped him pick them (I wasn’t too happy about that.)


I was working 14hrs a day, would come home and cook, and then stayed home by myself because he worked or went out with his friends. I was extremely unhappy and depressed. The bills kept piling up and he was smoking our rent money away (he was such a pot head)

Despite all this I was still making plans to get married. We needed two witnesses so we asked Marven and Loizo (Piercedtongue’s friends.) Marven told me to leave Piercedtongue and he would help me to get back to the U.S, I told him that it was impossible and this was my new home.

I thought about going back to the U.S (many times) but where would I go? My mom did not want me in her home, I guess I can ask my Best friend and she would probably say yes but she still lives with her parents… No fucken way, I was gonna suck it up and make the best of it.

We tried to get marry but he needed his divorce documents and his mother refused to send them to him.


Piercedtongue was working less and all his money was for weed. He would get up around noon, smoked weed, in the afternoon, smoked weed, at night more weed, and then leave with is friends.

Every time he left I felt dreadful, lonely and down in the dumps. I was very unhappy; I did not want to do this. I thought that maybe he is cheating and he is living a double life I would start to get a real uneasy feeling and become anxious, I would find peace in this verse:

Love is patient
Love is kind.
It does not envy
It does not boast
It is not proud.
It does not dishonor others
It is not self-seeking
It is not easily
Angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects
Always trusts
Always hopes
Always perseveres
Love never fails
(1 Corinthians 13:4-8)


My period was late and I was paranoid, I did not want to tell him until I was sure but I couldn’t afford a damn pregnancy test because we barely had money to eat, he noticed that there was something wrong and asked why it was late, I told him that I did not know and waited another week. Two weeks and no period, I was panicking I did not want to be pregnant. He said:

“You are pregnant, I know, you got to get rid of it”

I was enraged and asked him how the fuck you want me to do that, don’t you love me? Didn’t you want to marry me? He didn't respond and grabbed my face closer to his and said:

“Listen you get rid of it or I will”

I went inside the bathroom and started weeping, I did not want to have an aborting, what kind of monster I had become, this was a fucken nightmare. I refused to have an abortion, to me that was not an option.

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Why did I come to Canada?! Part 10 of 27

It was Saturday afternoon and a new friend of Piercedtongue came home. We had a get together bought some booze play cards, and listened to music. We were joking, playing and talking about all source of things, I was having a really good time and happy to be socializing.

Piercedtongue excused himself and said he was going to get ready to go out with Suleman (his new friend), I asked where they were going and he replied “we are having a guys night out, don’t worry about it”.
This situation was killing me, why can’t I go I asked? He answered “I told you, you have to be the woman of the house, and you can’t be associating yourself with the whores, remember we are going to get marry but I need you to be only mine.”


I nodded in agreement but I was dying inside. He walked away to take a shower and I was left with Suleman.
Suleman was trying to start a conversation but I was not interested, I did not give a damn to whatever he had to say, he can go to hell for all I cared.


I grabbed a bottle of tequila and started drinking, I’ve drank before when I was in high school but never gotten drunk, I was feeling a burn in my throat but kept drinking as if it was water.

I started to feel happy, joyful, and everything seemed easy, it felt like if I was floating.
I was still conscious of my surroundings and I knew what was going on. I remembered Suleman started moving closer to me and began feeling me up, I kept moving his hands off my breast , he was covering my mouth, piercedtongue was still taking a shower and had no idea that his fucken “wife to be, lady of the house” was getting fondled by his friend.

I was scared that Piercedtongue would walk in any moment and hit me or something like that. I did not care for Suleman but if piercedtongue wasn’t there I would probably fuck his friend, it was my way to stick it to the man.

He came out the shower and was furious when he saw me drunk, (he did not see Suleman touching me at that moment he was trying to take the bottle of my hands)Piercedtongue was yelling at Suleman in Arabic and I could see Suleman pointing at me and the bottle. I was laughing my head off and simulating to speak Arabic. I got up and tried to kiss piercedtongue but he pushed me away, I thought it was even funnier and was laughing hysterically.
He left with Suleman, I started bawling and felt weak and sleepy.


The next morning, I woke up lying on the floor in my own vomit. I was surprised that I did not have a hangover but I still felt terrible and I was miserable because I was putting up with his shit.

Piercedtongue finally came home,he talked to me and said that if I wanted to be with him things needed to change,that I embarrassed him in front of Suleman, that he asked Piercedtongue why he wasn’t able to control his woman (if he only knew, I did not say anything because I did not want to cause more problems)from now on, I was only allowed to go out with Mina, not Sasha because she was a bad influence. That he would take me to work and pick me up, I must cook and clean when I get home and should seriously start thinking about wearing a hijab (the scarf that Arabic women wear.) I could not believe what he was saying. I was very distressed and told him that we had this discussion before and came to an agreement.


He said it was different, I was getting out of control, I was disrespecting him in front of people and that if I was in his country he would’ve already punished me for my behavior(I still have no idea what “punishment” meant.) I was dumbfounded, I told him that I did not agree, he could go and fuck himself, I was not going to do it.

He said ok, there is the door, get the fuck out of my house and don’t ever comeback forget that I even exist. I started grabbing some of my stuff and not knowing where I was gonna go, it was bitterly cold outside (Canadian winter cold) and I could die sleeping on the street. I was about to walk out the door with the few things that I took when he stopped me and said that I was insane, he loved me and wanted to make me happy but I had to know where my place was, I am the woman and he is the man.(Any other sane person would run for the hills but not me, I stood by “my man”)


And again, we had sex,sex.sex. I was tormented, I couldn’t let him go, I loved him, I am out of my mind if I am planning on leaving him, just obey him, he is not a bad person, he is trying to start a family and you are such a bitch, it’s all your fault Shania, you make him angry, you are a horrible person for treating him this way, you will never find love again, just stay and make him happy he is a nice guy.

I was willing to endure everything just to have his love.

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Why did I come to Canada?! Part 9 of 27

At work, Randy was a real prick .I was opening the coffee shop at 7am and finished at 10pm; sometimes he won’t give me a break or lunch and would be fuming if I asked for it.

He finally hired someone new; she was an uber good looking blonde, runway model type of girl from Russia. Sasha did not speak English well and it was making everything extremely difficult for me because besides doing all this extra work, I always had to keep an eye on her,she would mess up the orders and I had to fix everything. I felt for Sasha because she was a really nice girl and I could tell that she was really trying. Randy kept asking me if Sasha was competent, I said yes because I wanted to give her a chance. He stated that the reason he hired her was because her good looks would bring a large number of clients.

I offered to help her learn the names of the condiments such as ketchup, mustard, and mayonnaise because she did not even know that. I made her sheet cheats and helped her to learn the value of the currency. She was really appreciative and we became good friends. It was certainly a blessing having her in that place, we were making a good deal on tips, all the guys were generous when she was around (this time we did not share tips with dickface. Yes, it was my idea.) Now that I think about it, Randy did have a nose shaped like a dick, appropriate name for him)


That night I went home extremely exhausted.Marven and Loizo were at home, they asked Piercedtongue if he was up for a party, he said yes and I started getting ready. I was ready to go and Piercedtongue ask me where was I going,

I said: “Duh.. I am going to the party with you guys”

He said:” parties are for whores, you are not going anywhere, I will be right back and you stay here”

Although we were having this conversation in the bathroom they heard everything.

Marven and Loizo were astonished, (I saw their faces of disbelief when I came out)

Marven apologized and said: “I am sorry I shouldn’t have said anything”
I said that it was OK, I was tired anyway.

I was mortified and wanted to slap Piercedtongue but I did not want to make a scene in front of his friends. I kept my mouth shut and just stayed there. I was so infuriated, hurt and offended. I kept going through the scenario and thinking of things that I should have said. Instead I stood there like a moron.

He left a box of cigarettes, started smoking and, finished a damn pack of cigarettes. I was left with a major headache and the fucker was still not home. He came home around 5am. I had no sleep and in 2 hours I had to be at work. I was enraged, confronted him and told him that he was a damn asshole. He told me that this was for my own good because he did not want to marry a whore. (Again, I stood there like a dumbass.)


The next day there was a knock on the door,it was the superintendent saying that we were 4months behind on the rent and that he needed to get something. I had just gotten paid two days before and I gave him all my money which only covered one months rent.

I confronted Piercedtongue and got into a huge argument. I told him that he was a real irresponsible person. I was so angry and there was no response from him, like if I was talking to a wall. It made me even angrier and was trying to say things that would hurt him…. so I told him that he was not a man… that he was a fag (this has nothing to do with homosexuality, please do not take it out of context. I am just trying to say how things actually went) He raised his hand at me and I stared at him showing him no fear but inside of me I was frightened. I told him: “you touch my American ass and you would be in serious trouble” (Of course being American has nothing to do with getting him in trouble but I was just trying to scare him, and it worked.) He stormed out the door and did not come home that night.

I was crying and not knowing what to do, I couldn’t talk to anybody. I did not want to call Mina or bother Sasha with my problems. (Sorry BF, I did not want to call you because I knew what you would’ve said)

He came back the next day. I apologized, he apologized as well and we had makeup sex. I was in a trance, I thought of letting him go and just come back to The States but I kept telling myself that I loved him, that I could not live without him.

I would hug him all night and just be thrilled with the idea that I had him in my life, there was something about the stubble on his face that would make me melt. I could not let him go, he is too beautiful, he is mine. I rather die than to see myself with out him.

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Why did I come to Canada?! Part 8 of 27

My birthday came and we had no money to go out. He was working part time and I did not have a job. He did not have money to buy me a gift so he decided to give me one of his rings (I thought it was really sweet of him because he had a sentimental attachment to the ring.)

The days where going by very slow, I was getting bored, I had no one to talk to and the bills kept piling up.

I asked why he had name brand clothing and shoes and he was not able to keep up with the rent. He told me that his family had money and that his parents were supporting him but stopped when they found out that he was not going to school (like he promised.)
He showed me pictures of his family, parties that they used to attend, he was in Arab attire and his family looked very distinguished.

He told me about his past, his many girlfriends and about his marriage. He married because of the pressure his family was putting him on to take over the family company. He was only married for a month.

He was giving me the impression that he was such a party animal, spoiled and very irresponsible. My head was telling me that he was no good but my body still wanted him and my heart.. was confused.

I decided to look for a job and found one at a coffee shop/restaurant. It was a fairly new business probably about a month old, the owner was a young Palestinian-Russian guy, his name was Randy, he seemed kind of a dick but I was desperate to get a job so I took it.

I was the only employee and I used to work nights it was a dreadfully hard work because I was the dishwasher, waitress, cook, cashier, cleaning crew, etc.. I was getting paid $7 dollars per hour and I had to share tips with Randy. He was such an asshole at times but I had to tolerate all this because I was an illegal in Canada and it would be very hard to find a job.

My relationship with Piercedtongue started deteriorating, I was working all day and night, he was working the grave yard shift, and we could only see each other during the weekends. I complained to Piercedtongue that I had no friends and I was lonely.

The next day he brought home a coworker named Mina and asked me to be friends with her. Mina was a loud, obnoxious, don’t know when to shut up Iraqi girl. They spoke Arabic in front of me; it used to pissed me off and would yell ENGLISH!! IN THIS HOUSE WE SPEAK ENGLISH!! (Now I understand why non Spanish speakers get mad when Hispanics speak Spanish in front of them, totally rude)

I agreed on hanging out with Mina because I did not know anyone else and I was so lonely. We had nothing in common; Mina was rowdy, vulgar, flashy and had nothing intelligent to say.

After talking to her for sometime, she asked me what were my thoughts about Piercedtongue, if I was happy and if I had plans to be with him in the future. I told her that I was happy and that we were going to get married soon. She said “If I were you I would not marry this guy, you should not take him seriously, just enjoy the sex.”(even she was smart enough to know that)
I remembered that a few days before, Piercedtongue told me that Mina was jealous of me and I should not believe anything she says because jealous Arabic women are mean and liars.
I remembered this and told Mina that we were in love and that she should mind her own business. She told me that it was my right to feel that way but she was just trying to help me.

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