Death, Divorce & Dandelions

If you are a friend of mine or one of my “Dearest Fortunate Readers” who has returned to this blog or perhaps you are new. I am Myriah K Mitchell. I have gone by one writing alias over the years which is Blackwardz.  

Go ahead and give the word, “blackwards” a Google search and you will find the Urban Dictionary that defines it as, “When a black person participates in an activity/event traditionally dominated by whites.” 

I was known (still do ;)) to dabble in white activities like hiking, swimming in lakes, and camping but mainly dating Caucasian men. I still do have the occasional fantasy of a God-fearing Hozier saving me from this exhaustion of masculine energy (I digress, but we shall continue). Now that I am thirty, I have come to the realization that both statements are typical of a black woman that grew up in the suburbs of Slim Shady’s America.  

My dearest fortunate readers you may be asking yourself, “Hoe why are you here?”  

The short answer is when I met my ex-husband I was excited that someone from a “black” background would want me, but the joke is he is mixed. Picture El Debarge with a cosplaying saved by the blood Caucasian mother that identifies with black culture only while she was an addict. Married to a pedophilic drug dealer, and a little razzle-dazzle of an emotional incest relationship with her son. Tag on the, “We aren't racist because our grandchildren are mixed. Love Jesus. Yet we hang the Confederate flag and are from New Jersey” 

Yup, that is why we are here. To celebrate my escape from the cult, my relationship with God and self.   

Please enjoy the story of my last six years of adulthood. Note when you comment on my experiences know the Lord is still working on me daily.