Part 2: This Is Where the Drama REALLY Started... I Think?

I was done writing these and sharing them in my cf on IG, because once I am finished writing them, I realized how crazy this shit sounds. It also helps me understand all this trauma that was inflicted. I come from a family full of people who have mommy issues, daddy issues, substance abuse problems and self-esteem issues that are not being addressed internally. You can't really blame folks for dealing with shit the only way they know how. 

 I never wanted sympathy or empathy from my stories. I just wanted to release everything I’ve been carrying over the years and reminded of whenever I visits family. Its easier to type than write. 

Mind you, this is MY PUBLIC JOURNAL. MY TRUTH WITH SCREENSHOTS. NOT AIMED TO DEMONIZE, SLANDER OR TURN ANYONE AGAINST SAID INDIVIDUALS. NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT IDENTITIES. 

This has been sitting in the draft for about 2 months, and I have had this blog for over a year. Now as of yesterday, this cousin got wind of my blog and decided to "EXPOSE" and slander my name on Instagram. and also blame me for her addiction issues.

So now this is Part 2 of the drama from where it all started.

Back to the story…

This beef with my cousin “Tanisha” lingered for years after that last encounter. I thought when my cousin Evans, her uncle, died, that we would be able to squash it. Boy, was I wrong. It was just getting started.

Now a little backstory on my cousin Evans. He died in prison from cancer, alone, with no money. The cancer was so bad that it took away his voice and mobility. During his last days, he could only whisper… until he couldn’t even talk. Evans was more like a brother to me. He taught me how to fight, defend myself, walked me to school, took me places. He was just overall very family-oriented. He was my mom’s favorite, and he helped keep the family together by hosting Sunday brunch with my mom every week before everything fell apart.

While Evans was in prison, a lot of the family stopped talking to him. He received a very large settlement from LAPD after exposing gangs inside the LA County Sheriff system after he was brutally beaten.

His story deserves a story time in itself because it’s layered.

But back to it…

A majority of the family stopped talking to him, answering his calls, and doing things for him. Myself, my mother, and my cousin Charlie were some of the only ones who stayed on the phone with hiaside from his friends that I regularly sent outbound calls to and did some footwork for.

One of the last conversations me and Evans had, he told me some deep, dark family secrets that really put things into perspective about why he was the way he was. He also told me that on the day I couldn’t do some footwork for him, he asked his niece “Tanisha” to go pick up some money for him from his friend and put it on his books. The amount was about $90 or $100.

Well… “Tanisha” picked up that money and never sent it to him.

He explicitly told me, “When I die, you beat that bitch ass.”

I couldn’t believe it because he was never for violence or drama in the family. But I knew he was hurting. And I knew how those little dollars and packages mean everything when you’re in prison. I felt bad because I was too busy to go get it for him. I assumed he would have Cousin Charlie do it.

I told Evans, "I’m sorry, but I’m not fighting that big bitch. She hates me, she will for sure try to mess up my face." I tried to make him laugh, but he was hurt. He carried so much trauma with him from childhood that he finally released to me.

With that trauma came a warning… that I took heed to.

At Evans’ repast, I approached Tanisha with a warm, kind heart, hoping that the mood and death would soften her heart. But that was not the case. She couldn’t even look me in my eyes. After I said, “I think we should speak,” she straight up said nope. I said okay, then left the repast. I didn't feel comfortable or safe their anyway…

The following day was “724 Day,” so I made plans to go to the picnic and then my friend’s birthday party at a bar in West Hollywood.

While getting ready, my boyfriend showed me a screenshot of my cousin “Tanisha” sending the girl he cheated on me with, we’re going to call her “Janiyah”- a message about me asking for my address. I couldn’t believe it. She obviously wanted top form a I HATE WHISPER CLUB lol.  I showed my cousin "rose" who also happens to be "Tanisha's" aunt, and we were both in shock, but didn’t think much of it at the time. I sent her a message on ig telling her she dead ass wrong and left it alone. 

Later that night, after day drinking at the picnic and leaving my friend’s birthday with my boyfriend, we picked up my cousin "rose" and headed to my house.

As soon as we got to the Jungles, a car got behind me and started following me. My boyfriend noticed and said he would park my car at his uncle’s house on the next block while letting me and my cousin out in front of my house. I was nervous, but I didn’t think too much of it. A few weeks prior, a car had followed us and thrown up gang signs at us due to mistaken identity.

I went inside and me and my cousin passed out. About an hour goes by, and I notice my boyfriend is still not back. His location shows him in the Dons (up the hill in Baldwin Hills).

My first thought was that he had been shot and left for dead.

I called his phone over and over no answer. I threw on sweats and a jacket and started walking toward his uncle’s house, still blowing up his phone. Then his location turns off.

I get about two buildings away from his uncle’s house, and he finally answers.

Right at that moment, a car pulls up, screeches its brakes, and stops where I’m at.

Janiyah hops out of the car and attacks me.

Fortunately/unfortunately, I had a weapon on me that my boyfriend gave me and I used it.

My ex comes running and breaks up the fight. Blood is everywhere, and Janiyah stumbles back to her car screaming, “I’m about to kill this bitch!”

I take off running back to my house as fast as I can.

I wake up my cousin and tell her what happened. Then I realize I injured myself during the fight. I’m covered in both my blood and Janiyah’s. My chains were pulled off my neck, and my face is scratched up.

We had to call an ambulance since I didn't have my car or my keys. My boyfriend had it. I later found out he had to drive Janiyah to the hospital because she fainted after I left the scene.

Me and Janiyah ended up at the same hospital, and the police came to question me. I told the truth. The police told me Janiyah's family were at the hospital being unruly and not cooperating.

I also had prior police reports on Janiyah from when she threatened to harm me and my baby.

The fight looked like self-defense, and the officers called the captain to see what could be done. They said they could release me on OR… but I had multiple warrants. So they had to take me to jail.

I said, no this can’t be me. I’ve never been to jail or dealt with police like this.

I couldn’t believe it. I called my mom to let her know what was going on. The officers then took me to jail after my injuries were poorly treated by the doctor (because Janiyah looked like the victim).

When I got to jail, they explained I had a warrant for a bench arrest in Long Beach and multiple tickets in LA.

These were NOT mine.

I called my mom again. My cousin Rose (Tanisha’s aunt) was right there listening.

She then told me she had been with Tanisha when she got pulled over in Long Beach but didn’t know Tanisha used my ID for the ticket.

Tanisha had used my old ID and got multiple tickets in my name. Not one! MULTIPLE. My license was suspended because of it.

I couldn’t believe it. I already knew about one ticket because it came to my mom's house and Tanisha grandma confirmed that the car on the ticket was indeed my cousins. 

I’m sitting in jail because my own cousin set me up… and stole my identity.

Oh, I was pissed.

I had to bail myself out because my mother refused money from the family, which I understand now.

I paid $3,500 on my credit card to get out of jail. Jail I wouldn’t have been in if my cousin hadn’t reached out to Janiyah.

My cousin told Janiyah I didn’t have family, nobody liked me, and she wouldn’t have to worry about retaliation. I guess there was some truth to that.

After I bailed out, I had to immediately go to back to the hospital to get properly stitched up after I    washed the stench of jail and blood off of me. Then the following days I had to go to Long Beach court and get paperwork stating that I am Whisper Jones and those cases were not mine. I also had to go to court in Los Angeles.

This whole situation was unbelievable.

My cousin set me up.
I was in jail because of my cousin.
I had warrants because of my cousin.
My license was suspended because of my cousin.
I’m out $3,500 because of my cousin.

No one held her accountable.

I asked her mom and grandma if she could at least give me $500 for the warrant. They acted like I asked for her life.

I was basically hoed, punked, and disrespected in this situation.

I wanted to crash out, but my mom kept telling me, let God handle it.

This happened in July 2021. I just finished paying that credit card off in early 2025. Four years later.

The assault charges were eventually dropped due to a DA reject. If I hadn’t already made a police report and gotten a restraining order, I would probably still be in jail. And that’s what angers me. Nobody cared about me or my situation.

My cousin reached out to Janiyah, someone unstable, older than me and my ex, not knowing how far it would go. No matter what family is going through, I WOULD NEVER REACH OUT TO AN OUTSIDER. 

A few months later Janiyah came back and set my boyfriend’s car on fire in front of my house. The car I drove daily.

And it didn’t stop there. There are things that happened after that I can’t even speak on right now. It’s that bad.

I had to go to therapy and was put on Trazodone because of the anxiety. I couldn’t sleep. I was dealing with the reality of hurting someone, the fear of retaliation, and not being able to trust my own family.

And now, on top of everything, I’m being told Tanisha is saying I stole from Evans, the $90 I mentioned earlier.

Like damn… can I live?

Now I’m a thief too?

There’s so much I learned from this. Not just about family, but about people in general. One big lesson?

Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman.

Both my cousin Tanisha and Janiyah were scorned, and evil as fuck. Both spoke badly on my child and wished harm on me.

I also learned that if I had left after being cheated on the first time, this situation wouldn’t have escalated like it did.

And honestly… I should’ve left that side of the family alone after this.

But of course… my kumbaya ass didn’t. What they did to me next is wild. But not as wild as me still trying to make amends with people who showed me time and time again that they do not fuck with me. I blame myself for sticking around and not believing them the first time they showed me their true colors.

The story continues… 👀🔥

Attached below are screenshot from my cousin Tanisha reaching out to the girl my bf cheated on me with. I got them because the girl obviously sent them to my boyfriend. Then the screenshots include me reaching out to Tanisha to let her know she dead wrong.