Saturday Book Read w/ Sharine Jones: Ch. 3 Confused and Delusional Part 3

Reflections of A Woman’s Indiscretions

This book is dedicated to my mother Elena, grandmothers Josephine & Evril, & to all the Ladies in my life – Strong women I have seen Prevail no matter the circumstances or challenges.


February 2005

20131102-145624.jpg        I opened the long rectangular box and found a gold tennis bracelet lined with small diamonds. I was absolutely in awe that I quickly forgot all the ugly things he ever did to me up to this point. Perhaps, that was his plan. He was charming and intelligent, after all. Either way, that night was hands down one of the best I have ever shared with Slimm. There was no arguing or fighting; we were at peace. 
      But the crazy thing was, even though Slimm gave me a night of bliss, I could not stop thinking of Blu. I did not know if it was a feeling of guilt or if I was missing him–or maybe it was the fact that our wedding anniversary was coming within the week–but bottom line I was confused and I didn’t know what to make of my feelings; especially, since Blu had moved on as well – he had a new girlfriend.

March 2005

Today was my cousin Christine’s 21st birthday. Slimm, myself, my friend Ori, my sister Ashley, Jimmy (Slimm’s homeboy) and his wife Laura, all decided to celebrate her birthday at Jillian’s–a bowling alley and bar/lounge in Hollywood. And when we arrived, all fun broke loose.

Rapper 50 Cent’s song, “Just a Lil Bit” was bumping through the loud speakers and Ori and I were just dancing, while Slimm and his boy were conversing; Ashley, Christine, and Laura were at the bar. All of us were just having a good time:  the drinks kept coming; we owned a couple of shots; we bowled; and we talked shit. It was a fun night. After a couple hours, we were lit and decided to call it a night–but without grabbing some food first.

We exited the back door because upstairs was too loud and obnoxious. And once we did, I came across a long series of stairs that was directed towards the floor. While I was proceeding down the stairs, I suddenly tripped and lost my balance. But just when I was about to bite it on the stairs, Slimm reached out and grabbed me by his strong arm. I then started to crack up jokingly; I was faded, tipsy, and laughing. All of us were happy drunks , but that would soon change.

Once we made it to the cars, Slimm and Ashley took the steering wheels for the night: Laura, Jimmy, and I rolled with Slimm, while Christine and Ori rode with Ashley. Once my group got into our car, we waited for Ashley because she needed to follow us to the restaurant; we were waiting at southbound of Caheunga Blvd. Once we saw her car move toward us (with her headlights off), without a moment’s notice, the police swooped up right behind her their flashing lights–they pulled her over for making a left onto a residential street.

“Ah shit! They’re pullin’ her over cause her lights was off,” Slimm said as he got out of the car to see what was going on.

We followed Slimm around the corner where my sister was detained. She was out of the car along with Christine and Ori who were standing on the sidewalk with worried expressions on their faces. “If only she remembered to put her lights on, were my thoughts–especially after she failed the field sobriety test. Reflecting back, maybe this whole ordeal was to prevent something bad from happening.But when the officer put his handcuffs on my sister Ashley, I then became belligerent.

I turned to Slimm and said, “Please talk to them! Get my sister out of this!

Clearly I was intoxicated–“What could Slimm do to help Ashley?” All I knew was that he had a good mouth piece, and he could always get out of complicated situations. So I thought (in my drunken state) he could get my sister released. But then the officer put my sister in the back seat of the police car.

Crying, I screamed at Slimm: “You’re no help!”

I knew that he wouldn’t hit me with the law standing right there in his face, but the look in his eyes was so obvious, even to his boy Jimmy. Jimmy quickly intervened and said, “Man, she’s drunk, just let her talk.”

Slimm turned and walked away from me; he went to the police officer to talk about my sister’s car. In the end, the police decided not to impound Ashley’s car, but they still took Ashley into custody. We waited for her boyfriend to pick up her car, and at that point Christine left with him and Ori left with us.

The drive home was silent. No one said a word and I was knocked out instantly. I woke up at Del Taco’s drive-thru just as our order was ready. Slimm handed me the bag of food, but I was still drunk and pissed off at him. So I belligerently took the food out of the bag, and threw it in his face. Ori, who was sitting in the back seat, watched silently with unbelief. Slimm didn’t make a move and he continued to drive.

*For the record, that really isn’t my style. I consider myself a sweetheart; and someone who loves hard. But with experience I’ve learned when someone hurts my heart regularly, and makes it hard, I can be a mean bitch. For the first time I realized that I was adopting Slimm’s behavior. Back then I didn’t know it, but when people or relationships start to bring you out of character in a negative way, it’s probably a sign to let go. Love is supposed to bring out good qualities, not ugly ones. When you start misbehaving like the person you are with then it’s all bad. No one wins…it’s a lose-lose situation.

He pulled up on Don Lorenzo Drive where my car was parked. Ori jumped out of the rental truck and thanked him for the ride.

Me, I didn’t say a word. I jumped down from the truck and proceeded to walk to my car. Then out out of nowhere, I felt a swift kick of a size 12 foot shoe to my ass and I immediately fell to the ground on my behind; I broke my heel from my boot in the process. I was speechless. I had no idea that Slimm was right behind me when he did this to me. Slimm then rushed back to his truck, got in, and sped away.

Ori ran over saying,  “Oh my god. Sharine, are you okay?” with concern in her voice.

I’m alright,” I said, as I was fighting back my tears. I was angry–more than anything I was mortified. He knew how to humiliate me, that was certain.

Alcohol has the power to make a person bold and stupid – that’s what I know. I got up off of my ass and I limped to my car. With Ori as my passenger, I sped right behind him–flying down La Brea. I didn’t know what I was thinking or trying to prove but I was angry, embarrassed, and humiliated. But seriously, “What was I going to do, if I caught up with him?”

It was a blessing in disguise when I lost control of my car and ran into the curb just outside of Popeye’s Chicken. Lucky for me and Ori, it wasn’t through Popeye’s! Looking back at it now, I can shake my head and laugh. But right then and there it was far from amusing because I broke the right side suspension of my car. If I had lost control of my car, then I probably would have made a bad situation into a much worse situation.

As a result from this event, I lost my car for two weeks because of repairs. So I had no choice but to take public transportation to work, and depend on Blu to pick me up where I was slacking with the kids. I didn’t see or speak to Slimm for over a week and again I thought about our “good times,” which ultimately lead me to call him.

Our separation was short lived and another episode would be in the works sooner or later.



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Weekly Spiritual Digest: Do Not Criticize & Continue To Live For the Lord


Accept other believers who are weak in faith, and don’t argue with them about what they think is right or wrong. For instance, one person believes it’s all right to eat anything. But another believer with a sensitive conscience will eat only vegetables. Those who feel free to eat anything must not look down on those who don’t. And those who don’t eat certain foods must not condemn those who do, for God has accepted them.

Who are you to condemn someone else’s servants?

Their own master will judge whether they stand or fall. And with the Lord’s help, they will stand and receive his approval. Those who worship the Lord on a special day do it to honor him. Those who eat any kind of food do so to honor the Lord, since they give thanks to God before eating. And those who refuse to eat certain foods also want to please the Lord and give thanks to God.

If we live, it’s to honor the Lord. And if we die, it’s to honor the Lord. So whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord. Christ died and rose again for this very purpose—to be Lord both of the living and of the dead. So why do you condemn another believer? Why do you look down on another believer? Remember, we will all stand before the judgment seat of God. For the Scriptures say, 

“‘As surely as I live,’ says the Lord, ‘every knee will bend to me, and every tongue will confess and give praise to God. ’”

(Romans 14:1-4, 6, 8-11 NLT)

In this scripture, Apostle Paul reminds us of Jesus’ teachings: “Do not judge others and you will not be judged. For you will be treated as you treat others. The standard you use in judging is the standard by which you will be judged”  (Matthew 7:1-3 NLT)

As children of God we serve only one Master. And as such, we only answer to HIM for our mistakes and our sins. Don’t act as Lord or Master of others just because you feel the need to correct their mistakes or beliefs. Who gave you divine rights to be master of men and women?

So don’t waste your time and energy; judging and condemning those who don’t share your beliefs or morals. Our time and energy is better spent on HIM. God has already accepted those who eat and pray differently than us, so don’t worry about it and enjoy Life! Like a servant to his master we must also learn to respect the wishes of our God and our Lord Jesus Christ. Be loyal and faithful to HIS teachings because HE has given so much onto us–and HIS love is eternal.

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Saturday Book Read w/ Sharine Jones: Ch. 3 Confused & Delusional Contin.

Reflections of A Woman’s Indiscretions

This book is dedicated to my mother Elena, grandmothers Josephine & Evril, & to all the Ladies in my life – Strong women I have seen Prevail no matter the circumstances or challenges.

I don’t know? I wanted to be with Slimm, and trust me when I say that I wasn’t trying to keep Blu in my back pocket for a rainy day. But I knew something was holding me back from moving forward with a divorce. I knew Slimm wasn’t the same person I fell in love with, and yet I still loved him. How I perceived it was Slimm flipped the script on me as soon as I separated from Blu. Therefore, I could only imagine what he would be like once I divorce Blu. That’s how I was thinking back then. I was just a confused mess. All I knew for certain was that it wasn’t time to file for a divorce.
February 2005
      The night before Valentine’s Day was perfect. I picked up some chocolates, candy, and special treats to make Valentine’s Day baggies for my kids’ classmates. I make these special baggies for every Valentine’s Day, which my kids celebrated at school. I enjoyed making them, and they enjoyed sharing them with their classmates. For the first time, these Valentine’s Day treats were made in a hotel room that Slimm surprised me with. When I was done with the baggies, Slimm told me to close my eyes because he had a surprise for me.
      With his hands covering my eyes, he guided me gently to the bathroom. When he drew his hands away, I was speechless. The bathroom was glowing with soft lit candles, the floors and counters were covered with rose petals, and the bathtub was filled with hot water and luxurious bubbles to the brim. It was truly an amazing sight.
      He helped me out of my clothes and I stood there in the nude while he watched me with a smile on his face. He then stepped close to me; he kissed me; and he embraced me. He took my hand [like a member of royalty] and escorted me into the bathtub. He poured me a glass of champagne and I threw my head back feeling completely pampered–I felt utterly relaxed in that heated bathtub. No man has ever done anything like this for me before. The time and thought that he put into this was incredible. I honestly didn’t expect him to surprise me this way. [Of course, I didn’t know what to expect considering our Christmas Eve debacle.]
      I believe Slimm’s acts of love and affection played an immense part on why I loved him–and why I stayed with him. When it was good, it was great. But at the same time, I was compromising myself – that’s how bad I wanted to be loved.
      When I was done, he helped me out of the bathtub, wrapped a towel around my body and said, “Baby get dressed; I’ll be waiting for you.”  He then walked out of the bathroom.
      When he left I then lathered my whole body with body oil, so I can be super smooth and soft for him. I then sprayed myself with the best fragrance, and put on my sexy nightgown, so I can be ready to tempt him. When I walked out of the door, I saw rose petals making a path for me to the bed; and there I saw him with a Blunt and two glasses of champagne. As we sipped on that chilled bubbly, he then gave me my Valentine’s Day gift. I opened the gift-wrapped box, like a kid on Christmas Day, and inside was a gold anklet–delicate and classy, just the way I like my jewelry. I loved it.
       “Awww baby. I love it! Thank you!” I said, as I reached over to kiss his lips.
      Hitting the Blunt and exhaling he said, “This is for you too baby.” Handing me gift number two!
      “Are you serious? You got me two gifts?”  I said, giggling.
      “Yeah baby. I didn’t know which one you’d like and I couldn’t choose between em.’ The sales lady told me to get both – you deserve it.”
      I opened the long rectangular box and found a gold tennis bracelet lined with small diamonds. I was absolutely in awe, that I quickly forgot all the ugly things he ever did up to this point. Perhaps, that was his plan. He was charming and intelligent, after all. Either way, that night was hands down one of the best I have ever shared with Slimm. There was no arguing or fighting; we were at peace.
      But the crazy thing was, even though Slimm gave me a night of bliss, I could not stop thinking of Blu. I did not know if it was a feeling of guilt or if I was missing him–or maybe it was the fact that our wedding anniversary was coming within the week–but bottom line I was confused and I didn’t know what to make of my feelings; especially, since Blu had moved on as well – he had a new girlfriend.
      Stay Tuned Next Week for the End of Chapter of 3
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Saturday Morning Breakfast w/ Manos Koundourakis. Today I had my Saturday Morning Breakfast w/ Manos at the Westin Copley Hotel. Manos is a fascinating individual and I met him online through; he reached out to me because he loved what I was doing with my website. Manos is a Greek civil engineer and is working on his Masters in Project Management–he also works at Northeastern University. My favorite topic from our conversation was Greek Politics. I learned that American Politics is not as worse as Greek Politics lol! You can find Manos on and LinkedIn or email him at I’ll be posting a story of him soon on my site.

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Saturday Book Read w/ Sharine Jones: Ch. 2 Mutual Addiction (continued)

Reflections of A Woman’s Indiscretions

This book is dedicated to my mother Elena, grandmothers Josephine & Evril, & to all the Ladies in my life – Strong women I have seen Prevail no matter the circumstances or challenges.


20131102-145624.jpgHe threw me around the room; tore the clothes off my body; and choked me out. I fell to the floor and I felt my body go limp; breathing became difficult–he must have noticed because he took a break from his rampage. Assuming that he was trying to regain his energy for round two, which I was not up for, I took the opportunity to sprint to the bathroom and locked myself in.

I found a corner on the bathroom floor near the shower; I brought my knees up to my chest, burying my face; and I cried uncontrollably. My heart was beating rapidly as though it was going to explode inside my chest. Just to think that three hours earlier I was consumed in his happiness, but now at this moment I was frightened for my life. I tried to calm myself, wondering how I was ever going to get out of this room, nonetheless the bathroom, alive.


A few minutes went by, then he started banging on the door threatening to throw my possessions away if I didn’t come out. Tauntingly he added,

“The shit you bought with my money, I’m taking back. You didn’t deserve it anyway.”

I sat there silently, refusing to respond. Every few minutes he would return to torment me:

“You gotta come out sooner or later and I’ll be here waiting!”

I sat in silence [“like, what the fuck?!”]. My head was spinning, and I couldn’t believe I was stuck sitting on the bathroom floor for two hours, half-naked. My mind began to work–thinking of ways to escape without coming in contact with him–and that’s when I remembered: the room’s front door and bathroom door were adjacent to each other. I figured that it would be easy enough to get out and run. I knew that if I didn’t make a move right now, I would be trapped all night. But first I had to grab my purse and clothes [I wasn’t trying to leave anything behind because I knew I wouldn’t see them again].

I stood up slowly, unlocking the door making minimal noise as possible. As I pushed the door open I peeked out and noticed that he was sitting on the bed; watching television like nothing happened. I looked over for my things and I found them sitting on the floor beside the dresser. It was now or never. I made a quick dash for it, grabbing my belongings and hurried back to the front door. I was relieved when I made it to the door but without warning he grabbed my bags and started dragging me back–dragging me back to Hell. I turned around to face him, with my back to the door, and we pulled on the bags like it was a game of tug of war–in this case Life or Death. Finally I made it out of the room, but I was still fighting with him for my things–still half naked. In desperation, I screamed,

“Help! Somebody, help me!” hoping to grab anyone’s attention.

My cry for help worked and suddenly he let go of his tight grip; I fell back against the wall and flat on my ass. Half-naked and without a second thought, I ran quickly down the hall to the stairs and looked back over my shoulder to see if he was behind me; he was out of sight. As soon as I made it safely to my car, I then zoomed straight to my girlfriend Faith’s house.

*Faith was Blu’s cousin. She lived in the apartment building that Blu’s parents’ owned–she actually lived next door to my in-laws. We became close right after I gave birth to my son. At this point we had been friends for eight years and I knew I could trust her. Even though she was Blu’s cousin, she was loyal to me. And to this day I still appreciate her and the friendship that we have today.

Once I made it to Faith’s place, I was embarrassed knowing that she would see me like this. And once she saw me, she already knew what happened to me–especially with my face all beaten up. She was so pissed when she saw me; but I still would not leave Slimm. So what could she say to make a difference?

For the remainder of the night I cried profusely–mostly trying to make sense out of nonsense. And when I awoke on the next day, my lip was black and blue; cut up; and swollen–this is what I looked like for my daughter’s 5th birthday celebration. I was hideous. I don’t even remember what I told my kids. Pathetic. I didn’t stay angry at Slimm, or away from Slimm. This was the self-inflicted pain of an addict.



Motivation Monday: Utilize the Project of Philosophy

It’s Monday, the beginning of a new week, and you need words of motivation to start your week off right.

This week’s words of motivation: Utilize the Project of Philosophy.

In this 3 minute TED talk video, we see philosophy professor and tech entrepreneur, Damon Horowitz, give an amazing talk of an encounter, which he experienced at San Quentin State Prison, while teaching philosophy to a class of inmates; one inmate in particular named Tony. And through his encounter, not only did Horowitz reveal a forgotten art to the world, but create a life changing moment that inspired one inmate to think critically about what is right and wrong.

What I love most about Horowitz’s TED talk was not only his ability to storytell [which he did a magnificent job], but his ability to illustrate, to the world, of how important philosophy is; and how it can positively change the life of one person (including one prison inmate), if they utilize it effectively: to free your mind; to allow your mind to wander; and think critically.

What is right or wrong? And who are we or they to define them? It is very likely that the act, in which Tony associated himself, was wrong, however, it was those types of questions that allowed him to truly apply the project of philosophy–to question; to research; and apply educated principles of what we already know. And in return, it ultimately made him a more knowledgeable and respected individual. He was no longer a “convict” which society has branded him as; he was now a free thinker–a philosopher. [Remember that Martin Luther King Jr was branded as a “criminal” for committing a crime against the State. But he too utilized the project of philosophy and composed a literary piece of what will be later known as “The Letters from Birmingham Jail.”]  

“We are here for knowledge. Our enemy is thoughtlessness. This is Philosophy.” -Damon Horowitz

The project of philosophy is not just for philosophers (or scholars) but for everyone; and anyone who feels negatively “branded” by society. After watching this TED talk, not only do I have more respect for philosophy, but I have concluded that Education and Knowledge are one of main tenets towards peace in the world. To see an inmate seek knowledge, instead of hate, makes me realize of how important education really is.

We must all invest in an education and support it at every level, including prisons.

So this week utilize the project of philosophy. Question the status quo in your work; your office; your business; etc. and seek knowledge. Don’t be bombarded by false advertisements that tells you what is or what is not true; instead apply the project of philosophy. So in the words of Tony and Damon Horowitz,

“Let’s Do This!”

To follow Damon Horowitz and his TED talks, go to

You can also check out San Quentin’s Prison University Project (where Damon taught Philosophy) at

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