NOTE: Most identifiable information has been withheld, to protect the identity of others by the request of Yaya.
I said I would do this months ago and now I will…the story of Yalitz and I. I wanted to wait a bit longer to do this but things are getting get WAAAAAAAAY out of hand so here we go….
When I first met Yaya,it was a few years ago when I was dating another girl named Alex Ha*****. Yaya was trying to get my attention and she failed. If anything, she annoyed me to the pint of blocking her for a LONG TIME….I didn’t speak to her for a while after that, even after my relationship with Alex ended. Forward to earlier this year, Yaya randomly contacted me. That came off as suspicious to me, so I gave her a lot of shit. I suspected her of being a spy for one of my exes, a man trolling me, and someone out for harmful reasons. She didn’t back down an eventually, I agreed to date her after she asked me to date her. As time went on, she proved herself to NOT be any of the things I feared.
Before we started dating and after we started dating, I warned her and she knew that I am a giant piece of shit in terms of being boyfriend/friend material. Hundreds have tried to be my friend, only a hand full last longer than a year and even fewer are still friends with me to this day. She understood and accepted this fact. Now on to what matters….
Yaya’s mom and stepdad are highly religious Pentecostal Christians of Latino origin. Yaya was, for all intent and purpose, their slave for her entire life. Hell, Yaya dropped out of high school and even left a job so she could help her mother. So once Yaya decided to stop being a mommas girl and started trying to get her own life in order, her mom and stepdad weren’t too pleased with that. There were times where they pretended to be ok with it but that fake crap was eventually seen through. Things got serious after her mom made Yaya take care of her little sister(age: 8) for a month, while her mom and her stepdad went out preaching to strangers instead of taking care of their own 8-year old daughter. At some point, child services were called due to a teachers overthinking, and Yaya got in trouble for it. Her mom REPEATEDLY punched Yaya in the face for not “taking good care” of her little sister and for refusing to be dragged around like a lapdog while they go for MORE preaching.
After that, I told Yaya to call the police if it happens again….and it did. Yaya wanted to go outside instead of being trapped inside the house being her mom’s bitch, and her mom decided to, again, repeatedly strike Yaya with her fist. That resulted in Yaya following my advice and her calling the police. The police didn’t think Yaya was safe there, so they advised Yaya to find some where else to stay(which she didn’t immediately) since she refused to file charges.
Some time later, Yaya was then left alone at home while her mom and stepdad, again, decided to go away for a long tie and preach across the US, leaving her little sister at someone elses house. This was a problem, because Yaya had no phone(her mom broke it out of anger), no money, and no way to protect herself in a city that has a very high crime rate(Holyoke, MA). So, at that point I decided that enough-was-enough, and I went to the state where Yaya lived and helped Yaya out.
That lasted for a few days until one of the sex offenders her mom/stepdad are friends with told her mom that I was there. As a result, even though Yaya was on the lease, her mom threaten to have me killed and told Yaya that her that one of her older brothers, Teddy Perez, was on the way to deal with the both of us…that doesn’t sound too bad until you know why that makes Yaya’s mom a HORRIBLE person. Her brothers sexually abuse her when she was a child and her mom knew that. What mother would use such a person as a way to scare their own flesh and blood?
So after that, since I didn’t bring my gun(Greyhound, you cocksuckers), I decided to bring Yaya with me to Chesapeake, VA. And since then, that is where we have lived. She has been happier(I guess), safer, and more free since being freed from her horrible bipolar mom and asshole stepdad. There were many more bad things but I am too lazy to type everything and I am sure I’ve said enough as it is.
So, before turning me into a bad guy, try and get the WHOLE story not just the Twitter/Facebook story. Don’t jump to conclusions, because it won’t make me stress out, only yourself.
(Artist: Marugoshi Teppei)
(Original post from: MegaTokyo)
When obsession wins over love and you’ve got yourself an immensely affectionate stalker instead of a girlfriend, you have a yandere on your hands. These are the kind of girls that break into your house while you’re away, hide under your bed while you’re at home, schlick directly under you while you sleep, come out when you’re gone again, schlick again in your bed while licking and humping your pillows, and then proceed to check your messages to see if you’re involved with another girl. They usually don’t have any kind of higher ideal or ethical policy; they sometimes don’t even view themselves as people so much as an entity made out of the impulse or desire to be with their man. A yandere is awesome because it’s outwardly impossible to tell that the girl is completely insane; she has just enough presence of mind left over to maintain a convincing facade, and God help everyone around her if she decides to drop it. If you don’t react well, things could get messy, so in the off chance you don’t want to enjoy the fruits of your yandere’s darker exploits, here are several things you need to take into account.