Barbados, do you really want your girls to be like Rihanna? “Dog & its vomit…”

‘2 Peter 2:22’ – New Living Translation (©2007) – They prove the truth of this proverb: “A dog returns to its vomit.” And another says, “A washed pig returns to the mud.” {IMAGE VIA – hollywood}

We had our first argument last night, and he said a lot of cruel
things that
really hurt me. I know he is sorry and didn’t mean the things he
said, because
he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today. It wasn’t our anniversary or any other special
day. Last
night he threw me against a wall and started to choke me. It seemed like
nightmare, I couldn’t believe it was real. I woke up this morning
sore and
brused all over. I know he must be sorry cause he sent me flowers

I got flowers today, and it wasn’t Valentine’s Day or any other special
day. Last
night, he beat me up again, it was much worse than all the other
times. If I
leave him, what will I do? How will i take care of my kids?

What about money? I’m afraid of him and scared to leave. But i know
he must be
sorry because he sent me flowers today.

(IMAGE VIA – Media Take Out) “I got flowers today. Today was a very special day. It was the day of my funeral. Last night, he finally killed me. He beat me to death. If only I had gathered enough courage to leave him, I would not have gotten flowers today…”

This is the Cultural Ambassador of Barbados who all Bajan women want their daughters to grow up like? Why don’t you all just call your children “Everlast” and get it over with?

I do not know for certain if the Westbury Road gal wants to get back with Chris Brown, but in case she’s considering it? People were respecting you when you came forward with the abuse and even felt you should be a spokesperson on Domestic Violence – now as a few years pass and you think it may be cool again?

My parents never remarried, at my mother’s insistence – my father dragged her in Chelsea Road by her hair to cuff and kick her if I hadn’t rammed into his drunken body, that’s how Momma got her divorce on grounds of Physical Cruelty, there were witnesses apart from myself…

Ms Fenty, what craziness you may do otherwise is one thing; but to sleep with your Enemy again is another altogether… Wake up, knuckles may heal and bruises may fade, but cruelty always exists, it just learns to hide better or longer, but it’s there – do not recant, ok? Just say … ENOUGH!

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