HOLD UP

This past week has been a whirlwind of emotions. I went back home to Texas last weekend due to the fact that my parents, very suddenly, decided that I needed to visit. This isn’t abnormal — they have randomly flown me home for the weekend because they missed me. I was looking forward to a weekend of yummy food, quality time, and not having to pay for a single thing. And thennnnn shit hit the fan right as I landed. I found out that their reasoning for flying me down was none other than to squeeze in as many therapy sessions as possible. I’m sorry, what? Yah, you heard right. They flew me down…for therapy simply because I launched this blog.

Let me preface this by saying that my parents have the best intentions. However, their execution in giving me their (many) opinions and advice is not always best. My parents freaked out when they found out about the blog. My mother said that I was going through emotional trauma…thought I was on drugs…the whole nine yards. For those wondering, I’m not doing any of the drugs. Bottom line is they thought that this blog was an “out lash for all the pent-up anger I have towards men” (straight quote from mama). When in reality, I have nothing against them. Men are great. I’m just writing about funny stories that happen when dating them.

Important note: I am a huge advocate for therapy. I have my own therapist in Fayetteville and swear by it. I think it is mostly just because I have an hour each week that someone is sitting down and forced to listen to me talk. She may be getting paid to do so but listening nonetheless. I appreciate my parents’ sentiment in wanting to help me..GOOD LORD.

All this to say, I had to clear the air up with my family as to my reasoning why I wanted to write this blog. Obviously, I was not super clear in my first post so here are two things I want to emphasize.

  1. What exactly is a fuck boy?

This is the main issue my parents had with the blog…the title. Whether it is the generation gap or ignorance of the actual word, they did not understand the meaning of a fuck boy. According to urban dictionary, a fuck boy is “a manipulating man who does whatever it takes to benefit him, regardless of who he screws over. They will screw over anyone and everyone as long they get what they want”. I have included the definition of a fuck boy on the right-hand side of my page so you can reference it at any time. My parents and several other people thought a fuck boy was someone I slept with…not the case whatsoever. Which leads me to my next point…

  1. I will not be writing about my sex life, or anyone else’s for that matter.

Sorry friends. That’s something that I intend to keep personal. Whether or not I am having sex is not something I want to put on the internet for friends, family, and even random people to read.

Now that that is settled, I can finally get into why I created this blog to begin with. Thanks for sticking with me for this fun ride.

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xx,

Kasey

One thought on “HOLD UP

  1. Glad you are out there shining light on narcissistic acting persons (regardless of gender).
    Family that loves you, therapist who listens, and a blog that might be cathartic for you and help others…👍

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