About 6 years ago I fell in love with whom I felt was my soul mate. It was great for the first 6 months of our relationship but then things changed. See, we are both addicts. And I was unaware at this point, or shall I say, until this point, that he suffered from multi-personality disorder. He began by attempting to take my life on two separate occasions and so many other abusive (physically, verbally) things. We were joined at the hip. Together 24 hours a day. Whatever he did, I had to do. I had to be there. I knew it was wrong, but I truly loved him and believed he truly loved me. I felt I was good for him, and I knew he was bad for me but I got comfortable and unsure about leaving because of being with him. I burned so many bridges and lost so many who are important to me. And now I sit here in jail awaiting the grand jury on a crime that I was physically forced to somewhat partake in. Maya Angelou said, “When someone shows you who they are, believe them.” I wish I had.
These and others have been woven into Joye’s purses
My dream is that when my mother sees a picture of this purse with my picture on it and finds out I made it with my own hands that it puts a smile on her face.
My dream is to open my own business and call it: EnJoye My Treats.