The struggle of a young girl finding her way to womanhood, and the sacrifices you take to get there are all on the pages of Making It On My Own...because at the end of the day you can only truly depend on yourself.
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Life for Shay Johnson was a party. Between college and friends, she was free to do whatever she wanted. She was on top of her game, and there was nothing you could tell her, she was it! Shay had everything under control until she met Chico, a handsome Spanish guy that swept her off her feet and took her heart. It wasn't until he left her in the street with no way to feed their son and a baby on a way did Shay realized she had a lot of growing up to do. Good friends are hard to come by, and Huey is her prince charming in disguise ready to take her away from life's harsh reality. Will Shay continue to deny herself a chance to love again because of the drama she went through with Chico, or will she open up to a chance at starting over? The struggle of a young girl finding her way to womanhood, and the sacrifices you take to get there are all on the pages of Making It On My Own...because at the end of the day you can only truly depend on yourself.
Hey. Whatís up? My name is Shay Lenora Johnson, but you can just call me Shay. No need for any formalities, since Iím about to let you all up in my business. Anyway I am a single mother of a beautiful little boy, with another on the way and right now I feel like life is intent on literally trying to kick my butt. Iím down right now. Down and almost out, and if it werenít for my kids I would be the woman on the ledge getting ready to end it all, saying my farewells and plummeting to the concrete sidewalk below. Once you have kids though, suicide is no longer an option. People are always saying, ĎLifeís a Bitch and then you dieí. For all those concerned, Iím a bigger Bitch and so I refuse to die.
For the time being I am an unwilling resident of New York City. Actually, to be considered a resident arenít you supposed to have an actual address? That I definitely do not have. Thatís why at this very moment I am standing in line at an assessment center for the homeless. Yep, I said Iím homeless, like a mofo. Not a pot to piss in, nor a window to throw it out of. Not a kitchen to cook in or a bedroom to fuck in. Nada!
How did I get here you might be asking? Well Iíve been asking myself that very question. Friends and stupidity are my two culprits. FriendsÖ What a frigging joke that is. There ainít no such thing. And if there is such a thing as true friendship, I havenít come across it yet. Iím feeling so stupid right now, that I probably spelled the word wrong. But let me start from the beginning, and maybe we will all learn something in the end. Including my stupid ass.
You know this entire situation all began with a man, right? Well how could it not? But donít worry; Iím not going off on a man-hating tangent. There will be no calling together the meeting of the man-hating club. Okay, okay, but thatís how Iím feeling so it is what it is.
In their defense, a man can only do to you as much as you let him. Point blank. Like if heís fucking your best friend and youíre with him, that shit is on you! If he ainít got no job and youíre willing to support his broke ass, thatís on you. If he ainít waxing that ass the right way and your lips are squeezed shut like you accidentally applied some super glue instead of lip-gloss, thatís on you. If heís been promising to marrying your ass soon, and you have been together since Debarge was actually a hit group, that fucking shit is on you. If you donít like the shit, then stop taking it lying down, get your ass up and get to stepping.
Now that I have gotten so far off the subject, I say we call this meeting adjourned and let me get back to the story about me.
So anyway, this shit all began whenÖ You know what, letís start this on a clean sheet of paper. Turn the page. Stop talking back and turn the damn page. Okay, please turn the damn page.