House of Brokovich

 Just when I was on the edge of stirring up some Facebook drama, I held back. 🛑 I've realized that I can’t change how people look at me, but I can change myself. People will talk, no matter what. But that’s on them, not me.

I’ve learned something priceless: the HOUSE OF BROKOVICH is my rock. They’re my real ones—the ones who truly know me, who understand I don’t waste my time talking bad about people I barely know. Sure, I know some folks throw shade and use my name for attention, but hey, if you’re offended by my posts, hit that block button. I won’t mind. 🤷‍♂️

On the flip side, I’m grateful for those who are still here, those who’ve seen the real me and stayed. The loud, the crazy, the perfectly imperfect me. I may be hated by a million and loved by only one, but as long as that love is for the real me, that’s more than enough. I don’t open my mouth to make others comfortable—I speak my mind, and that’s how the hate came along. But I’ll take it.

And to those who said they'd be by my side “forever,” only to vanish at the first sign of attitude—remember, you gave up on me. I kept my promise, and you didn’t.

My mom once said, “Love a person by embracing their flaws and treasuring their strengths.” 💖 It’s in the tough times that we see who’s real and who’s just there for the ride. #RideOrDie