And before I get into this… I know some of y’all might be wondering why I’m just now speaking on this in 2026. Truth is, I was hoping for a better relationship with my family since I lost my entire immediate family. I tried to move past it, stay quiet, and protect my peace, but some things don’t go away, they just sit. And I’ve reached a point where I’m done carrying it in silence.
And to be real… I’ve also been told recently that my name is still being dragged in the mud by the same people. So at this point, I’d rather speak for myself than keep hearing about it from others.
For some backstory, my mother only had two kids, my sister, who is now deceased, and me. Like I mentioned, my sister struggled with mental illness for most of my life, so I never had that real sister bond or relationship. Because of that, I was raised with my cousins being the closest thing to siblings. My mother allowed so many cousins to live with us growing up.
I’m going to change the names of my cousins, but if you know me, it’s not hard to put two and two together…
I have a cousin I’ll call “Tanisha” for obvious reasons. Tanisha is my mom’s great niece. Her mother’s name is “Terry,” and Terry is my mom’s brother’s daughter. Terry’s mother is “Marsha.” Marsha is my mom’s friend from high school who had a child with her brother. Marsha was also my mother’s caregiver during her final years of life. I’m saying all of this to paint a clear picture.
Growing up, me and Tanisha never got along, although my mother tried her best. I remember us always fighting. Tanisha was always bigger than me in height and weight, even to this day. She’s damn near 6 feet tall. But anyway, she would fight me at every family gathering or holiday, it didn’t matter.
One day she pulled out my clip-on ponytail in front of everyone at a BBQ at our grandma’s house. I cried so hard. I remember another time I punched her in the nose and made her bleed because she kept bullying me. That was the first time my Auntie Sunday K (RIP) ever disciplined me.
Tanisha was very ungrateful as a kid. One Christmas, I got a gold teddy bear necklace, and she ripped it off my neck that same day at my grandma’s house. My mother gave her a watch that same year, and she said, “This is all I get?” From that day on, my mom said she wouldn’t buy her much because she was ungrateful. Yes, I remember all of this because these are core memories.
Anyway, when we became teens, we had our last fist fight, we had to be around 13. After that, we became more cordial… at least I thought. We were teenagers, hanging out, going to parties. We even dated two brothers during our mid to late teenage years. This is an important part of the story, keep that in mind.
So Tanisha got pregnant as a teen and had a child. She ended up moving in with my mom in her early 20s because her mom, Terry, put her out. Tanisha either called Section 8 or threatened to call Section 8 on her mom.
I begged my mom to overlook that and let her move in. Why? Because that’s family, and she had a baby. My mom was afraid she would do the same thing to her. Against our better judgment, my mom allowed her to move in.
During this time, I was pregnant and had already moved out, but due to a DV incident, I stayed at my mom’s house most of the time during my pregnancy.
One day, I was at my mom’s house visiting, and Tanisha was baking cookies for her child in 90-degree weather, and told my little cousin, who was about 9 at the time, that she wasn’t giving him any because she didn’t like him. Mind you, she’s in my mother’s house baking cookies and didn’t think it was decent to give another child any. That’s not how you treat kids, especially a child living in the same house as you.
My mom was upset and expressed her anger, so she sent my cousin to 7/11 to buy his own cookies.
Tanisha was already having weird energy and animosity toward me during this time, but I spoke up anyway. I told her she was being a bitch and she was dead wrong for that. You don’t treat kids like that.
Lo and behold, my cousin “Jayla” chimes in from behind me yelling. Jayla lived with my mom during childhood. She started yelling at me, saying Tanisha didn’t have to give him cookies if she didn’t want to because he was bad, blah blah blah.
I can only assume me calling them bitches triggered them, but idc, a bitch will be called a bitch. Don’t mistreat kids.
I tried ignoring Jayla because she is diagnosed bipolar, and sometimes I give her grace. Also, I’m pregnant with a high-risk pregnancy, I shouldn’t even be dealing with this.
Then Tanisha blurts out, “Don’t pay attention to her, Jayla. She just mad because that nigga beating her ass, now she in therapy.”
My first reaction was WTF!? How does a disagreement about treating a child fairly turn into me being a DV survivor while pregnant and using therapy to discredit me?
Man, I went TF off.
Then Tanisha says I tried to talk to her baby daddy. I was standing there in shock. This girl was just saying anything to get me riled up.
We start going back and forth. My mom hears the commotion and comes into the living room. I’m crying, telling her how Tanisha never liked me and has been hating on me since childhood.
Then Tanisha screams that I tried to have sex with men she dealt with after her. The lies. The lies. THE LIES.
I’m standing there, 6 months pregnant, shocked and speechless.
My mom then yelled for Tanisha and Jayla to get TF out of her house. They left out the back door, but before Tanisha left, she cracked the window and broke the side mirror off my Mercedes.
Then she left me a long voicemail saying she’s going to fuck all my old niggas. And what really threw me off was that one of the niggas she mentioned was the brother of the dude she used to date. Like… now you just saying anything at this point.
She also called my unborn baby retarded and said some evil, disgusting shit.
Of course, I hit up her baby daddy like where TF is this even coming from? I wish I was making this up, but I’ll attach screenshots and voicemails at the end.
I couldn’t believe that a disagreement about treating a child right in his own house led to all of this. It’s unreal, but I swear on my life everything I said is true.
And truth be told… this wasn’t new. The hate had been going on for years; I just kept overlooking it.
This happened in 2019. Since then, Tanisha, her mom Terry, and her grandma Marsha have spread so many rumors about me. Also, if you read my last blog, the cousin "Ashanti" is Terry's youngest sister which makes her Tanisha's Aunt... The plot thickens...
Terry told my mom I was a prostitute, all because I helped a “former pimp” (who was her best friend’s baby daddy) get an apartment in my building. Mind you, I sent all my cousins a group message saying I had a plug on low-income apartments.
And then it didn’t even stop there. Another rumor started going around that I was having sex with my landlord. Now THAT one, I’m not even sure who started, either Tanisha or Terry. Like… what?? At this point, it wasn’t even random anymore. It felt intentional, like people were just adding anything they could to my name to make it stick.
Because how do you go from helping someone get housing… to being a prostitute on the blade… to sleeping with your landlord??
That’s not confusion. That’s character assassination.
Terry later retracted her statement when my mom held a roundtable discussion. She blamed her meth addiction for why she said it. Not to mention, her best friend’s baby daddy later told me some things too, so it all started making sense why I was being targeted. TUH.
Marsha also did some extremely weird, unforgivable shit to me. When I first got pregnant, she asked me in CHURCH, after service, if I was pregnant by “the pimp ___” (yes, she said his name). In church. In front of people. Loud as hell.
I stopped going regularly after that.
Then, as I mentioned, Marsha was my mom’s caregiver and had access to her personal information. She’s the one who told everyone about my mom’s $100,000 life insurance policy, but failed to mention it was an accidental death policy.
She allegedly told people I didn’t let doctors help my mom because I wanted the insurance money. She also allegedly told people I have a large policy on my uncle and I’m trying to kill him for it. This uncle is also Ashanti's dad.
Like… PLEASE Google what an accidental death policy is.
Now that’s a whole other story that’s still ongoing, but I wanted to give y’all the backstory of this beef. Trust me, I will be writing about that too.
Now back to Tanisha, this was just the beginning of years of hate, animosity, and betrayal.
She continued doing weird shit to me, including stealing my identity, getting me warrants, jail time, and having me fight cases for assault with a deadly weapon.
Stay tuned for Part 2… because it only gets crazier.
And feel free to check out the screenshots and voicemails, because the plot definitely thickens.
These are the screenshots from the conversation my cousin "Tanisha" had with me after the big argument in my mom's house. There were numerous voice memos she sent threatening me and talking about my unborn child. I still have them, but honestly it STILL hurts to hear it. It makes me so angry, and I don't want to relive it again. But best believe they are still kept 7 years later for times like this...
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