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She was a SNAKE and She was a SNAKE

Back in 2017, I had an unexpected encounter with two snakes, a moment that took me by surprise and left me with a lot to ponder! It’s a cautionary tale that I feel compelled to share.

Now, here’s the kicker: the first time I laid eyes on these two individuals, I was deceived. If I had looked closer, I would’ve seen them slither on their bellies as they entered the room. These lady’s actions and behaviors were not what they seemed at first glance.

I’m being a bit dramatic because after having a conversation with both of them, I really didn’t care for them. But I assumed I was just in a bad mood and needed to give them another chance.

Bad mistake!

My instinct is to run when I see a snake!

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First Snake

Something about her demeanor made me wary as if she could quickly shift between charming and dangerous. Just like I saw back in 2017, that initial impression stayed with me, casting a shadow over every interaction. 

It wasn’t just her appearance; it was the way she moved through a room, effortlessly blending in while also standing out. I couldn’t help but feel there was more beneath the surface, just waiting to be uncovered. She killed me with kindness, but here’s the thing: she was a half-ass mom but tried to connect with me on a mom level. She knew that I had three kids and was constantly on the go with them. Between their practices and games, I barely had time to get out of my car.

However, her parenting style was more about being a friend than a guide, and her children’s behavior reflected that.

But then I found out the truth: Her kids—well, the kid wasn’t that involved in the sport that he played, and her daughter was boy-crazy, and I don’t think that’s a sport.

The kicker was that the mom would rather be anywhere else than home with her kids and husband.

Also when she’s mad at someone she will tell every secret that was told to her and then smile in your face!

I should have run away as fast as I could when I met her.

Second Snake

She’s also a mom of two, but the difference between the two snakes is that Snake Two doesn’t know who she is and has trouble fitting in. She tries to be like the people she’s around so much that she forgets just to be herself.

She allows others to dictate her future and then complains or feels unsatisfied with where her life is headed. She talks about everyone and then pretends to be their bestie.

The second snake, just like the first, fooled me into thinking that her kids were being raised similarly to mine, but all the weed smoking and drinking said otherwise. After about a year of knowing her, she told me that she smoked weed with her teenage son and then proceeded to say that her son and my son should hang out.

Yeah, I think we’ll pass on that invite!

Just Like The Snakes, They Are

Both of them turned out to be exactly who I thought they were—two-faced, immature, manipulative losers.

If I had trusted my instincts like I usually do, I would have saved myself so much time that I wasted and will never get back! They are and forever will be a reminder of the power of our personal judgment.

Moral of the story trust your instincts; if you see a snake RUN!

You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!

~Belladonna~

60 Replies to “She was a SNAKE and She was a SNAKE”

  4. Yes, best to trust those initial instincts when it comes to people; better to be alone than surrounded by toxicity. It can be difficult though, when children are involved. When the children are friends sometimes us grownups have to be cordial, but things have a way of working themselves out when the fit is not right.

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      1. Fortunately, I never had any confrontational issues with my daughter’s friends’ parents, but I always wanted to meet them and get to know them if she was spending time at their place, expanding my friend circle. Parenting is a FT job, isn’t it. Your post offers valuable lessons.

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  8. The elders say, “If your gut says something, trust it. It’s usually God.”

    And I go with my gut, honey. I’ve had way too many instances when I did not trust it, and I’ve paid horribly.

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  16. Both sound like people who should definitely be kept at a distance. I’m glad that your gut instincts were right. That’s a great cautionary tale. I wish my gut instincts were good enough to sniff out such snakes

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  21. She exercised her intuition, but only for a moment bitten by deceit, benefit of the doubt, kindness her weakness; but she prevailed, her gut told the tale. She pondered, she wondered, but truth be told, another drama to unfold. Like a snake, time slithered into her peripheral, and she once again had to exercise her intuition. Girl power, but she didn’t cower, her superpower; she was the Bell-A-Don-A, force to be reckoning with. Even if, you encounter a snake, who is femininely fake! Your stories inspire! 😊✌🏾

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  22. Your encounter with these “snakes” is a vivid reminder of the importance of trusting our instincts. It’s easy to second-guess ourselves, assuming we’re being unfair or overly critical, but your story underscores how often those gut feelings are spot-on.

    The contrast between the two individuals highlights different, yet equally toxic, traits. Snake One’s charm and two-faced behavior masked a lack of authenticity, while Snake Two’s identity struggles and questionable parenting choices revealed deeper issues. Both left an impact that reinforces the value of listening to that inner warning system.

    Your candid reflections show that even when we give people chances, it’s crucial to recognize when someone’s presence does more harm than good. The lesson is clear: instincts exist for a reason, and trusting them can save us from unnecessary drama and wasted time. Here’s to running from snakes—both the literal and metaphorical ones!

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