Please read blogs 1. (GloZell’s husband? which is in April’s archives) 2. (GloZell and husband move to California) 3. (GloZell and her mother –in-law) this is four I think?
He hands me the divorce papers. (What? the brother has lost is ever loving mind) I told him I would sign them in a week because I think his is under the evil influence of his mother. Doc kept saying that he would never date again! He will never get married again!
(Duh, no one is going to put up with what I put up with. The "Thing")
Doc said. GloZell you will not make it in California without me. You have only ever lived in Florida with your parents. How are you going to get around? You get lost all of the time! No one is ever going to love you and you might as well go back to Florida today!
I said nothing…
I think somewhere in his mother’s mind she was by herself and that Doc was a man that she could never get. So she poisoned his mind that week I wasn’t there. Also Doc was feeling guilt and lost over his father.
Doc packed, he had an found an apartment. He had money so it was easy! Doc was making about 100 thousand dollars a year. (He did lots of surgeries and he was one of the best) I never thought to take half of his money because this would just drag on and I knew that Doc was going to wake up and realize that he lost his father and got a divorce in the same month. I didn’t want to add to that.
I told him to take what ever he wanted. All I want is the Dog and the cat. Doc never walked the dog (Zellmen) and he hated the cat. (BuTu’)
When I met Doc, I had a cat that my sister gave me. A kitten just showed up in our yard in Florida one day. My sister Dee dropped breadcrumbs and it followed her into the house. Dee gave the kitten to me for my birthday July 30th. It was my favorite gift ever!
When I met Doc, he asked me if I wanted a dog. (No thanks I have a kitten). Doc’s mother had a black and white dog that passed away. So Doc bought her the same breed of dog the same week. Doc’s mother said it was too soon so Doc was stuck with this dog.
(I didn’t know that until after the wedding) Doc offers to fix my kitten for free. (Okay thanks) The kitten died during the surgery and he told me right before my set. (I use to be Storm from the X-men at Universal Studios Florida) So I would cry during break and get it together before set.
When I got home, I told my parents that Doc killed my cat! They said don’t fault Doc for that. Don’t cancel the wedding. These things happen. Doc offered my dad the dog. My dad loved that dog. I guess Doc felt bad and one day he brought me a kitten that jumped all over the place. (I didn’t ask for the cat or the dog) I said nothing.
My parents said that Doc is trying his best to make it up to you. We had a funeral for my cat (Boo Boo Kitty) Doc had her in a box, gift wrapped with a bow. We buried her in my parent’s back yard. (I live in the twilight zone)
When my father died (six months after the wedding,) I vowed to take care of that dog! And even though I didn’t want too I loved the cat also.
(In California) Doc said fine. I told Doc we could separate for as long as he liked. Just think about what you are doing. (Think without that devil you call mother) I will not live feeling like you just going to pull out divorce papers on me when you feel like it. So if you are going that’s it. No coming back.
Doc left. Weeks later he called and said that he misses the animals and he wants them for a weekend. (Fine) I was never mad at Doc. I had to go into how do I stay in California Mode.
He picked up the animals and brought them back. I had to move out of that apartment because I didn’t want to have to work just to keep the apartment. I had to feed a cat and dog and Doc didn’t help at all. I didn’t ask. I needed a cheaper place.
I found someone who would take the animals while I was moving. Doc said that no man is going to take care of my animals. I asked Doc are you sure you want them? It’s going to take me a week or so to move.
He said that I’m their father and I will take care of them. (He is a Veterinarian) The dog-jumped in Doc’s SUV. But the cat was holding on to me for dear life. I kept telling the cat that I’m going to be with you soon. When I finally got the cat in the cage. She just turned around with her back towards me.
It hunts me to this day.
Doc texted me that he is keeping the Dog and he gave away the cat to a good home. (I’m crying now as I write this because that’s all I had left). I didn’t ask for money, I gave him the 15 thousand-dollar ring back. We hadn’t been in California 6 months yet.
I didn’t want to go to court or anything because who was going to give me the animals over a veterinarian. All I asked for was the animals. I didn’t want to be limited to his money or his pain and suffering. His mother and his friends couldn’t ever say that I married him for his money. I[m proud of that!
I hope BuTu’ (my cat) is in a good home and my dog (who my father loved) is well. I would give anything to see them. Even a picture. Doc never answered my calls! I would beg just to see them through the car window.
I stopped calling…
I started going to the comedy clubs every night until…
To be continued…
I will be bloging this week. I couldn’t afford rent and flying home to Florida. Thanks for reading.
LoVe Ya,
GloZell
Showing posts with label Divorce. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 26, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
GloZell’s Husband?…
I met a guy lets call him Doc.(DVM) The family loved him but I wanted to move to California. Doc said he always wanted to pursue acting so the ideal of California was great. I knew him for only two weeks when he asked me to marry him.
I didn’t think getting married was the right thing to do so I told my mother and him. Doc said it’s okay, we will be fine. My mothers said don’t say that, you don’t want to hurt his feelings. His feelings! The wedding was 8 months away from the time we met. It was his ideal to wait on the hanky panky stuff. I thought he is truly a Christian man. That’s great!
Every one else seemed to think I was so lucky to be marrying a Doc. I had a huge diamond set in Platinum. He had a nice house. That’s was all people cared about.
Doc told me that his friends and family would never think I was good enough for him and that they wouldn’t like me. (Great) But I thought that would change in time. (Wrong)
My mother got caught up with wedding plans, and my father was proud, and I felt trapped. Ritha the wedding planer almost left. It was too much for her. I’m sure she will come out with a book about what she went through with this wedding.
Doc and I got married. It was a gigantic wedding. There were about 20 people in the wedding party. All of Orlando was there. My father was a Doc., and everyone knew and loved him. My mother taught school and my sister and I have performed in just about every church there is in Orlando, the near by cities and out of the country.
My sister and I performed for weddings and funerals; it was second nature to us. Every body knew us and to this day my family is in the Back Orlando Museum! All of us had Afros in the picture, it’s embarrassing.
My mother made my dress, which was too tight. I looked like a white sausage. I wanted to wear braids but that’s not how my mother wanted my hair. So, I had it straighten. I didn’t like that ether. I will tell you more about the wedding at a later time I don’t have the strength to go into it now.
We were going to the Islands for our Honeymoon and when that Island heat hit my hair, I will look like buckwheat’s sister. Oh-tay
I couldn’t ask for any thing better than my father walking me down the isle and him being pleased with the Doc. That was the best thing about the wedding. I will tell you more at a later time. I might have to take up drinking to write about the wedding.
After being married five months, I finally asked the Doc what is the problem? It had been five months and still no hanky panky? He lowered his eyes said we will talk about it when he gets out of the bathroom. So Doc went into the bathroom.
I sat on the bed, my mind-starting going. What is it that he has to tell me after five months? I was thinking how he never left the toilet seat up, NEVER! And how he always shut and locked the door when he was in the bathroom. And that I have never seen It. You know IT. I had Never seen IT!
So, I sat on the bed thinking about what he could possibly tell me. I remembered that it struck me odd that he said he took ballet lessons when he was a kid. (A black man taking ballet lessens?) Doc loved Will Smith. Doc wasn’t from Philadelphia. Doc wanted to dress like him and he had Will Smith’s greatest hit. Who has that?
Doc would play "Will Smith’s greatest hits" in his truck everyday and he knew all of the words. He would look for clothes that Will wore in a movie and buy it. In the movie, Bad Boy’s two. Will did this scene, where he danced and broke a counter. Doc watched it over and over every night after he came home from work for months and learned it. He would perform the dance all the time with a broom. He made me watch it also! To This day, I can’t stand Will Smith.
As I sat on the bed, and thought, more and more, I realized…
I had married a woman.
To be continued
LoVe Ya,
GloZell
I didn’t think getting married was the right thing to do so I told my mother and him. Doc said it’s okay, we will be fine. My mothers said don’t say that, you don’t want to hurt his feelings. His feelings! The wedding was 8 months away from the time we met. It was his ideal to wait on the hanky panky stuff. I thought he is truly a Christian man. That’s great!
Every one else seemed to think I was so lucky to be marrying a Doc. I had a huge diamond set in Platinum. He had a nice house. That’s was all people cared about.
Doc told me that his friends and family would never think I was good enough for him and that they wouldn’t like me. (Great) But I thought that would change in time. (Wrong)
My mother got caught up with wedding plans, and my father was proud, and I felt trapped. Ritha the wedding planer almost left. It was too much for her. I’m sure she will come out with a book about what she went through with this wedding.
Doc and I got married. It was a gigantic wedding. There were about 20 people in the wedding party. All of Orlando was there. My father was a Doc., and everyone knew and loved him. My mother taught school and my sister and I have performed in just about every church there is in Orlando, the near by cities and out of the country.
My sister and I performed for weddings and funerals; it was second nature to us. Every body knew us and to this day my family is in the Back Orlando Museum! All of us had Afros in the picture, it’s embarrassing.
My mother made my dress, which was too tight. I looked like a white sausage. I wanted to wear braids but that’s not how my mother wanted my hair. So, I had it straighten. I didn’t like that ether. I will tell you more about the wedding at a later time I don’t have the strength to go into it now.
We were going to the Islands for our Honeymoon and when that Island heat hit my hair, I will look like buckwheat’s sister. Oh-tay
I couldn’t ask for any thing better than my father walking me down the isle and him being pleased with the Doc. That was the best thing about the wedding. I will tell you more at a later time. I might have to take up drinking to write about the wedding.
After being married five months, I finally asked the Doc what is the problem? It had been five months and still no hanky panky? He lowered his eyes said we will talk about it when he gets out of the bathroom. So Doc went into the bathroom.
I sat on the bed, my mind-starting going. What is it that he has to tell me after five months? I was thinking how he never left the toilet seat up, NEVER! And how he always shut and locked the door when he was in the bathroom. And that I have never seen It. You know IT. I had Never seen IT!
So, I sat on the bed thinking about what he could possibly tell me. I remembered that it struck me odd that he said he took ballet lessons when he was a kid. (A black man taking ballet lessens?) Doc loved Will Smith. Doc wasn’t from Philadelphia. Doc wanted to dress like him and he had Will Smith’s greatest hit. Who has that?
Doc would play "Will Smith’s greatest hits" in his truck everyday and he knew all of the words. He would look for clothes that Will wore in a movie and buy it. In the movie, Bad Boy’s two. Will did this scene, where he danced and broke a counter. Doc watched it over and over every night after he came home from work for months and learned it. He would perform the dance all the time with a broom. He made me watch it also! To This day, I can’t stand Will Smith.
As I sat on the bed, and thought, more and more, I realized…
I had married a woman.
To be continued
LoVe Ya,
GloZell
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Why GloZell is dating a white Man… part 3
Why GloZell is dating a white Man… part 3
Robinson Family on Blast…
Dear Uncle "R",
Hope all is well. What is the real deal with you? Why not write me back directly? Why did you have to upset my mother. (I realize that might be her own doing, she can be a little dramatic.)
Uncle "R" you can a bully. You get loud and you always have to be right. Take some anger management classes. No one stands up to you because you have money, and you are tall.
My mother called, and said don’t upset Uncle "R". Remember, he paid for that trip when we went to see you perform on the show "ShowTime at the Apollo" four years ago.
And I haven’t forgotten the times I was in Tampa auditioning, one of the times you took me bowling! That was great. Thanks for paying for the trip and the food. Us Robinson’s don’t ever talk about anything, because you get so heated up. I think this white thing is a big deal to you because you ex wife couldn’t take your "I’m right and that’s it" ways and left. On top of that, she married a white man. That must make you sick.
"C" didn’t want you to walk her down the aisle, at her wedding, to a black man. And "C", I know "D" is a good black man because he asked me out first. But that was before he got his eye fixed, so maybe you thought he was talking to you. Anyway, he ended up with the right person!
Nobody in the family could figure out why we weren’t invited to your wedding, "C". Was it because of your father? (Uncle "R") It had to be. That was hard. We all have issues about you not inviting us to your wedding! I’m just keeping it real; we still talk about that, behind your back. Only because we were happy for you, and loved you, then poof, you don’t know us. I’m sorry for the terrible things I wrote in your guest book on your wedding day.
When you want to show off your wedding pictures, that’s what is going through our minds. Why is she showing us pictures of a wedding that she didn’t want us to come to? Then it starts all over.
Your husband "D" is great. Let not forget your first babies’ daddy and how good for nothing, he was. (I hope that he does better now) Who was there for you, The Robinson’s! Your father stepped up to the plate, in the only way he knew how, babysitting, and giving you a jeep!
Now that you got your husband, which is a great accomplishment, because nobody thought it would happen, including you. And it’s going well. "D" is a great black man!
I find it interesting that you freak, if anyone refers to you as a Robinson. Whatever issues you have with your father I hope they get resolved. We have this great reputation and everyone treats us special because we are "The Robinson’s". We were the first back people to have a color TV on the whole street, we owned property and a Sundry store. Out of six children, all six finished college. I am very proud of that. It is a huge accomplishment by Grandmother and Grandfather.
I’m glad that you have been bloggin on, and keeping it real. I will put myself on blast, but I have some other family members to blast first. Since I’m in trouble, anyway with our family I have nothing to loose, and one-day (A long way off, I hope) when I die I will know that I have gotten everything off my chest. Hey, I fell good now. I’m scared to push send button but I’m going to.
I know I’m a Wi-Otch when I’m in Florida and California isn’t far enough away, now. I’m tired of pretending! I really hope your mother is fine. I haven’t seen her since your wedding, but that was high drama. I didn’t mind her leaving, Uncle "R", but not us… not me. She could have kept in touch with my mother. She didn’t have to divorce us all!
Once when I was complaining about how ugly I was, (which is hard to believe because I’m so hot now) Auntie(Your mother ) talked to me about makeup. Another time, she gave me a writing pen with an eagle on it that had a bible verse that told me I can mount up like a eagle . (I think I was 10) When she left, I was mad, and didn’t know how to call or nothing for many years ago.
I know, now, she had to do what she had to do. Please tell her that I loved her, and all of her fancy clothes and jewels. You know I was always into that stuff! I use to be much more shallow, (Hard to believe).
One day, if I manage to find someone who will put up with me, I would hope it would be you, Uncle "R", to walk me down the aisle… If you have decided to talk to me by then.
I will not answer my phone this week if it is a Florida number.
Forget Jay Leno, our family needs Oprah…
LoVe Ya,
The new blackest sheep of the family…
GloZell
Robinson Family on Blast…
Dear Uncle "R",
Hope all is well. What is the real deal with you? Why not write me back directly? Why did you have to upset my mother. (I realize that might be her own doing, she can be a little dramatic.)
Uncle "R" you can a bully. You get loud and you always have to be right. Take some anger management classes. No one stands up to you because you have money, and you are tall.
My mother called, and said don’t upset Uncle "R". Remember, he paid for that trip when we went to see you perform on the show "ShowTime at the Apollo" four years ago.
And I haven’t forgotten the times I was in Tampa auditioning, one of the times you took me bowling! That was great. Thanks for paying for the trip and the food. Us Robinson’s don’t ever talk about anything, because you get so heated up. I think this white thing is a big deal to you because you ex wife couldn’t take your "I’m right and that’s it" ways and left. On top of that, she married a white man. That must make you sick.
"C" didn’t want you to walk her down the aisle, at her wedding, to a black man. And "C", I know "D" is a good black man because he asked me out first. But that was before he got his eye fixed, so maybe you thought he was talking to you. Anyway, he ended up with the right person!
Nobody in the family could figure out why we weren’t invited to your wedding, "C". Was it because of your father? (Uncle "R") It had to be. That was hard. We all have issues about you not inviting us to your wedding! I’m just keeping it real; we still talk about that, behind your back. Only because we were happy for you, and loved you, then poof, you don’t know us. I’m sorry for the terrible things I wrote in your guest book on your wedding day.
When you want to show off your wedding pictures, that’s what is going through our minds. Why is she showing us pictures of a wedding that she didn’t want us to come to? Then it starts all over.
Your husband "D" is great. Let not forget your first babies’ daddy and how good for nothing, he was. (I hope that he does better now) Who was there for you, The Robinson’s! Your father stepped up to the plate, in the only way he knew how, babysitting, and giving you a jeep!
Now that you got your husband, which is a great accomplishment, because nobody thought it would happen, including you. And it’s going well. "D" is a great black man!
I find it interesting that you freak, if anyone refers to you as a Robinson. Whatever issues you have with your father I hope they get resolved. We have this great reputation and everyone treats us special because we are "The Robinson’s". We were the first back people to have a color TV on the whole street, we owned property and a Sundry store. Out of six children, all six finished college. I am very proud of that. It is a huge accomplishment by Grandmother and Grandfather.
I’m glad that you have been bloggin on, and keeping it real. I will put myself on blast, but I have some other family members to blast first. Since I’m in trouble, anyway with our family I have nothing to loose, and one-day (A long way off, I hope) when I die I will know that I have gotten everything off my chest. Hey, I fell good now. I’m scared to push send button but I’m going to.
I know I’m a Wi-Otch when I’m in Florida and California isn’t far enough away, now. I’m tired of pretending! I really hope your mother is fine. I haven’t seen her since your wedding, but that was high drama. I didn’t mind her leaving, Uncle "R", but not us… not me. She could have kept in touch with my mother. She didn’t have to divorce us all!
Once when I was complaining about how ugly I was, (which is hard to believe because I’m so hot now) Auntie(Your mother ) talked to me about makeup. Another time, she gave me a writing pen with an eagle on it that had a bible verse that told me I can mount up like a eagle . (I think I was 10) When she left, I was mad, and didn’t know how to call or nothing for many years ago.
I know, now, she had to do what she had to do. Please tell her that I loved her, and all of her fancy clothes and jewels. You know I was always into that stuff! I use to be much more shallow, (Hard to believe).
One day, if I manage to find someone who will put up with me, I would hope it would be you, Uncle "R", to walk me down the aisle… If you have decided to talk to me by then.
I will not answer my phone this week if it is a Florida number.
Forget Jay Leno, our family needs Oprah…
LoVe Ya,
The new blackest sheep of the family…
GloZell
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