Who am I and why am I here?
For the purpose of this blog, you can call me Vivica. After all, it was a desperate attempt to avoid the lustful advances of a man that led me to adopt this random name. I should’ve kept avoiding men, to be honest, but I didn’t and now I’m here to entertain you all with my tragic stories. This is something I’ve been wanting to do for years partly as a form of release, but mostly as an example of what not to do (please learn from me, guys). I didn’t, however, follow through with this obviously brilliant idea because 1) I felt the need to protect the other parties involved, and 2) I may have possibly been ashamed of my past and the pain I admittedly allowed myself to endure at times. After years of self-reflection and therapy and finally seeing the beauty in these experiences, I’m ready to let it all out and leave room for growth. I’m ready for my loved ones to understand a part of myself that I’m just starting to understand myself. I’m ready to laugh at these stories that were once PTSD triggers, and I hope you all can laugh along with me. Once a week I'll post about a different guy who has ultimately helped to shape who I am today. I should have enough posts to last for a year or two. I kid (but not really). Jokes aside, this is the most vulnerable I’ve ever been, and these are stories that even my best friends don’t know in their entirety. Try not to judge and think about what you would’ve done differently because none of you hoes are perfect and none of you are brave enough to do what I’m doing right now so, bye. Anyway, I’m done with my plenty explaining. Welcome, and I hope you enjoy my Fatal Attractions.
Note: No real names will be used in these stories, but it won’t take a genius to figure some of them out. Just mind your business, k? K.