Sis, It's Not You - It's Him!: A Girl's Guide to Self-Discovery By Navigating His Mind Games

By Prophecy Lorreign

This book is broken up into two main sections: YOU and HIM. It's crucial to understand

• Language: English
• Publisher: Prophecy Lorreign L.L.C.
• Release date: May 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781087888866

Prophecy Lorreign

Prophecy Lorreign was born and raised in Northern New Jersey. She graduated from Bergen County Technical High School in Teterboro, New Jersey as a Culinology Major in 2017. She is the is a first-generation college student who currently attends Johnson & Wales University in Providence, RI to pursue her BS in Business Administration, and a minor in Food & Beverage Management. Her career aspirations include holding an executive position in the Food & Beverage Industry as well as owning and operating a hospitality establishment of her own. Prophecy was inspired to write her first book, "Sis It's Not You - It's Him!" after a dream she had in the midst of the COVID-19 Pandemic. She believes that sharing that her past experiences with men in a positive way can help inspire other women to begin living the lives that they deserve.

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Lemonade (Intro)

I hate to say it, but I’ve accepted it – yes, I come from a highly dysfunctional family. Yes, I have daddy issues. And yes, there have been plenty of moments where I felt that I was alone in this world despite my huge family. I am the oldest of five, and if you ask other eldest siblings, they might tell you it’s both a blessing and a curse. I love my siblings absolutely to death but for those who don’t know, it’s more of a curse than anything. You go through everything first, and that’s probably the toughest part of the job.

           However, I was always the good child – obedient, respectful, kind (until provoked), and "wicked smaht" (shout out to New England). I never got into any trouble, I kept to myself for the most part, and I worked my tail off throughout high school and beyond. I was in marching band for five years, I went to a great high school, I was well-liked by all my teachers and I had a solid group of friends. However, the thing I realized about that over time is this: heartbreak doesn’t discriminate. In other words, you could be Mother Theresa and still end up having you heartbroken by someone who doesn’t appreciate you.

            I feel as though had I had certain experiences, I wouldn’t have gone through life so…. Lost. For example, no one gave me …. how you say …. the talk. I had to figure out everything on my own until it happened and even then, I was still unsure about what was happening. YIKES. 

My parents divorced when in 2004 when I was around four years old, and for the next seven years, my mom raised me and my other three siblings (at the time) on her own with my father peeping in and out when he felt like being bothered (until I decided for him that he’s either going to be all in or all out). In 2010, my mom and my stepdad met, had a daughter – my half-sister – then got married later the next year. To me, a 10-year-old kid, I was caught off guard at first. Like, Who is this man making moves on my mom? And why isn’t she stopping him? I found myself with a ton of trust issues at a very young age, so I automatically found myself thinking the worst of people. I still didn’t trust my stepdad until about a year after my sister was born and after he and my mom had gotten married. Then I realized that he wasn’t going anywhere and that I’d better get used to him being around.

Little did I know that over the next eight to nine years, this man would become who I considered to be my actual father. He helped raise my siblings and me, taking care of four other children that weren’t his. And it wasn’t just because he loved my mom, it was because he loved us, too. He watched me grow intellectually in a way that my biological father did not. He watched me grow into womanhood.

Unfortunately, my stepfather passed away during the early summer of 2019 from squamous cell carcinoma, which is a form of skin cancer. What made matters worse were that I had just had surgery on my foot the day before, so when I got the news, I felt the physical pain from the surgery and the emotional pain of my father’s passing simultaneously. Together, it was a pain I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. 

I think what I take away from that experience the most was this – this life thing is hard. The good ones go, and the bad ones seem to stay. The