Bipolar Moments: A Novel

By Arlene Roberson

Asia is one of my most hilarious clients. One day, she tells me that she wants to create a reality TV show and present it to Tyler Perry and Oprah Winfrey. The book focuses on Asias life story and the events that led up to her bipolar diagnosis.

During one of her group counseling sessions, she meets four women who have all been diagnosed with some form of mental illness. These women are enjoying life and living it to the fullest. In their minds, they are normal. Its the rest of the world that is ratchet as hell.

Together they plan to find fame and fortune as reality television stars like the unmarried housewives, basketball bitches, loveless hip-hop hoes, and the irrelevant ex-wives. But is the world ready?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 14, 2014
• ISBN: 9781503515475

Arlene Roberson

Arlene resides in SC, with her husband and children. She holds a Masters in Psychology, a BSW, and an AA. Her work appears in The Healing Voice.

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Preface

Prologue

PART I

Asia’s Story

Chapter 1    Asia’s Daddy, The Drug Dealer

Chapter 2    Vada Thomas, Asia’s Mother

Chapter 3    A Cracked Family

Chapter 4    Ginger, Asia’s Guardian

Chapter 5    1989: Dad Goes To Jail

Chapter 6    1999: Daddy’s Out Of Jail

Chapter 7    Asia Joins The Army

Chapter 8    Life In Iraq

Chapter 9    Vada’s Pregnancy

Chapter 10    The Pastor And The First Lady

Chapter 11    Asia’s Return To Mississippi

Chapter 12    Asia In Therapy

Chapter 13    Asia Meets Javier

Chapter 14    Asia Confronts Her Family Family-Focused Therapy

Chapter 15    Reality Tv Stars: How They Met

PART II

The Reality Show

Chapter 16    Mrs. Robe

Chapter 17    Asia

Chapter 18    Meet The Girls

Chapter 19    Meet Passann

Chapter 20    Meet Bonadetra

Chapter 21    Mamma Nana Boo

Chapter 22    Meet Shawneata

Chapter 23    Roll Tape, Playback

Epilogue

PART III

Extras

Let Me Talk To You About Bipolar Disorder

Bipolar Disorder Defined

Symptoms

Causes

Diagnosis

Treatment

How To Cope With Someone You Love Who Has Bipolar Disorder

Sociopaths

How To Handle A Sociopath

This book is dedicated to the loving memory of my mother Mrs. Emma Jean Gettys

February 6, 1947 – February 28, 2001

I’ve never stopped loving you. I still miss you every day.

Rest in peace, my dear Madear.

To my daddy

Virgie Lee Getty Jr.

April 26, 1934 – November 15, 2012

Your relationship with God was an inspiration. Your spirituality went well beyond any religious leader I’ve ever met. I enjoyed listening to your experiences with the Heavenly Father. You were a living example of the belief that when one comes in contact with Jesus, they will never be the same.

You gave me the simplest advice that helped me make some of the biggest decisions in life. I remember when I was selected for military promotion to E-8, but I didn’t want to take it because I was ready to quit and do something different. You said, All I’m gonna say, girl, is when somebody wants to give you something, you take it.

I remember when I got married this last time, and I felt bad about having been married three times already. You said, Ain’t nothing to feel bad about. Some women live their whole lives and never find one man to marry them, and you done had three. That’s a blessing! You were hilarious without even trying.

Then when I believed my true callings were to write and counsel, but afraid to try and even more afraid of failing, you said, All I can say is when God got something for you, the devil in hell can’t keep it from ya. Words of wisdom that helped me make decisions that got me to where I am today. I miss you every day.

I will always love you, and I’ll never forget you, Daddy.

Acknowledgments

This time I have a lot more people to thank. First, I want to thank God for giving me the desire and opportunity to write about things that He has shown me are necessary for times such as these.

I thank my sister Venia Doss of Houston, Mississippi, for her love, support, and her dedication to making my last book a success. Thank you, DeMont, my darling husband and soul mate, for continuing to love and support me as I take the time to research and write. Thank you, Arlycia, my little secretary, for always being such a great inspiration to me. Thank you, Frederick, for always asking those thought-provoking questions that lead me to do research; I also thank you, little guy (I call him that even though he is a U.S. Marine and over six feet tall), for tastefully correcting me when I am wrong. I have to know my stuff in order to keep up with you. To my dad, the late Virgie Gettys Jr., I thank you for believing in me no matter what. I started writing this book a few months before his death and lost the zeal to continue after losing him in November 2012. To my uncle, Johnny C. Key, thank you for always being there for my mom, my siblings, and for me. I am eternally grateful. I love you all dearly.

A big thank-you to that one special person who is the main character. I pray for you each day. I hope you dance. May God bless you and this book richly!

Most importantly, thank you, the reader, for taking the time to purchase and read this book. It is my hope that you find it educational as well as entertaining. It is an opportunity for you to take a look at life through the eyes of people who suffer from bipolar and other personality disorders. To all people who suffer from bipolar disorder, I hope this book is an opportunity for you to see that you are not alone. May you find the peace you deserve!

Preface

Mrs. Robe

This dynamic story is about the life and hilarious times of Asia Kate Coss. I was introduced to Asia after she had a nervous breakdown and was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. At that time she wanted me to hear her life story, turn it into a book, and share it with the entire world. As we were completing the book, she decided she wanted to film her own reality show. She got four ladies that are in therapy with her to agree to star in the show. And these women are funny as hell.

Part I is Asia’s life story. In Part II you get to meet her four costars. You will witness their heartaches and laughs as they film this show. This book will make you laugh, and it’s going to make you cry. Sometimes it’s going to make you do both at the same time.

After the stories are over, you will get a little something extra. Part III includes a lot of information about the different personality disorders that the characters in the book are dealing with. As always, I have to give my spill about mental health.

In this book mental health meets reality television. I have to warn you: it gets deep. If the raw nature of this writing offends anyone, I apologize in advance. I ask you to read with an open mind while keeping in mind that a bipolar mind may be different from yours, and each person is affected by the disorder in their own way. This writing delves into the bipolar mind and explores the moment when thinking and decision-making go awry.

Prologue

I met Asia Kate Coss two years ago when she was referred to me by a colleague. Asia is what the young folks call off the chain. Her friends say she’s cray-cray, and her family is afraid of her. During each of her appointments with me, she has a different appearance and sometimes she talks and acts like a whole other person. Asia has bipolar disorder.

January 11, 2011

Asia arrives ten minutes late for her appointment. Now with this girl, I never know what to expect. When she walks in I sit straight up in my chair.

Hey, Mrs. Robe. What it is?

Hi, Asia. Please come in and make yourself comfortable.

Fo’ show, fo’ show. I can do that. I notice that she has adopted her hood personality, and I try to go along with it.

How have things been?

Ain’t even gone waste time. I got this business idea that includes you.

Really?

"Yep, we gone do this reality show called Real Crazy Families."

Really?

Yep! All you gotta do is show up at the end and let us film you in some counseling sessions where you make families all better.

Really?

Yep, it will be based on me and some other chicks that go to the crazy-girl support group meetings with me.

You’ve already gotten other people on board?

Yep! she said excitedly. We been filming and everything already.

Interesting.

"Yep. My girls and I figure that if Beyoncé can sell hair color, when she’s wearing a weave, and if ‘real housewives’ who don’t have husbands can have their own show, then why can’t we have a shot at having ourselves featured on the big screen? We should be able to get this money too. ’Cause we really are crazy and we’re going to keep it real. I think folks are sick of watching shows where preachers are fornicating, getting chicks pregnant, and then demanding that we fall for the mockery that they are making of the church. I know I’m tired of watching rich bitches throw drinks in each other’s faces. People are tired of staged reality shows. They want real. They want ratchet. My girls and I are real ratchet. Our families are ratchet. The difference between our show and the ones out there is that we are going to keep it R-E-A-L. We are going to do some crazy shit, but it’s okay because we have a diagnosis that excuses us."

I don’t know if they are ready for reality television or not, but this is her crazy family story. Tell me what you think!

Part I

ASIA’S STORY

Chapter 1

ASIA’S DADDY, THE DRUG DEALER

September 11, 1981

Antonio Richardo Coss is an extremely sexy twenty-two-year-old man: six feet three inches tall, 208 pounds, dark-chocolate skin, beautiful light brown eyes, perfectly straight pearly white teeth, and a head filled with slick, sexy Jheri curls. He has a chiseled chest, washboard abs, a thirty-two-inch waist, and wears a size thirteen shoe. The women called him Pretty Ricky. The pimps and pushers in VanVleet, Mississippi, called him Richard Coss. He was model-perfect on the outside but rotten-to-the-core inside. A low-down dirty dog that would do anything or anybody.

Richard was taking over the biggest drug ring in the deep South. From New Orleans to Atlanta, he was the man! Years ago, after the death of his paternal grandfather, he’d inherited thirteen acres of very rich, fertile farm land and a $150,000 life insurance policy. He used $90,000 to purchase materials to build his dream home, deposited $50,000 into the People’s Bank in Okolona and invested the rest in his new businesses. Richard is now a big-time drug dealer and trying to become a country pimp.

Richard shares his home with his longtime naïve girlfriend, Vada Thomas. Her name was pronounced with a long a as in vāy-dah. His three teenage cousins (Ginger, Gale, and Lydia) lived with him as well.

Richard used his wit to convince his three young, insecure cousins to move into his five-bedroom home. He gave them a place to stay, and they became his prostitutes. Ginger and Lydia were identical twins. Their mother and Richard’s father were brother and sister. The girls each dropped out of high school the previous year. They weren’t dumb or anything; they just got tired of going. When they quit school, their mother threw them out onto the streets. Not because she valued education, but because she didn’t want them sitting at home all day.

Onecia Coss was the girls’ mother and Richard’s first cousin. Onecia is battling an addiction to alcohol and marijuana and is barely able to function. Her live-in boyfriend, David, and her fifteen-year-old son, Carlos, tried their best to get her to leave the drugs alone, but since she was able to get up and go to work each Monday to Friday, she didn’t believe that she had a problem. Carlos was not David’s son; however, they were as close as any father and son in Mississippi.

Due to her Indian heritage, Onecia had beautiful brown skin and long wavy hair. She kept her nails, hair, skin, clothing, and home immaculate. No one outside of her immediate family knew that she was an alcoholic. She is a selfish person and a horrible mother. She works in Okolona at a little gas station called Doggers. This store sells the best hotdogs in Mississippi. All of the money that she earns is used to feed her habits.

Onecia has formed a habit of smoking a joint when she wakes up, having a joint and a can of beer as her lunch each day, then drinking a pint of Wild Irish Rose or a fifth of Jim Beam at dinner time. She ends her day by smoking another joint to mellow her out and then going to bed. Her lifestyle makes absolutely no sense, but she is battling so many demons that she believes those habits, now addictions, are making her life better. She thinks she’s cool and sexy, not crazy. She is doing her best to battle mental demons, which are a result of a broken heart. Her problems date back to 1963 when, as a child, she made adult decisions that would turn her world upside down and almost destroy her life.

Onecia’s Demons

Onecia and Her Children: Back in the Day

1963–1969

Benjamin Herb is the biological father of all four of Onecia’s children. He met her at a small juke joint in Una, Mississippi, called The Swan Center, in 1963. She was fourteen and he thirty-four.

Back then, Benjamin wore his hair permed. He kept it rolled in large curlers all day in order to look his very best at night. When he saw Onecia standing across the room in her cute little cotton dress with all that long, pretty, wavy hair, he had to have her. He went to the bar, ordered two plastic cups of cheap Wild Irish Rose wine, and walked over to introduce himself.

Hey, gul, what yo’ name is? he asked.

Onecia was shy, but for her it was love at first sight. My name Onecia, she replied and looked down at the cups he held.

Well, my name Benjamin, but everybody call me Herb, he said and handed her one of the cups. After Onecia took her first sip of wine, there was no turning back. She liked the sweet taste but loved the way it made her feel. Benjamin got her drunk, took her virginity, and impregnated her that very night. Nine months later, she gave birth to twin girls, Ginger and Lydia.

For the next five years, Benjamin used and abused the naïve young girl. He even promised to marry her. Too bad he was already married. His wife was a forty-four-year-old snuff-dipping woman named Betty. Onecia was so young and dumb that she had no idea. He was a pathological liar who lied to her about everything. She believed every word that dripped off his mangy lips and loved him to the core. On the rare occasions that he came to visit, he arrived with a hard penis and a bottle of Wild Irish Rose. He never showed any affection toward or interest in the twins. Onecia didn’t even notice. She liked the way the penis and the wine made her forget her troubles. A year later, she gave birth to their third child, Gale. Benjamin ran his game and did his best to keep the young girl in the dark. She was madly in love with him and he knew it.

However, everything changed when she was seven months pregnant with their fourth child, Carlos. Onecia and her three daughters shared a bed in her mother’s house. Onecia worked cleaning neighbors’ houses to save money for her and Benjamin’s wedding. After arguing with her mother all day, she decided to walk to the store to get a snow cone. While there, she eavesdropped on the conversation of two strange-looking men. One said, Mane how we gone get dat horse if Herb done left town? It’s messed up that he upped and left without telling nobody or leaving somebody in charge.

Mane I heard the sheriff was on him. He had to get up out of here or they was gone kill ’im. I heard he packed up his wife and their five rug rats and got the fuck outta dodge. Heard Betty got kin folks up in the big city, South Bend, Indiana, and dat’s where they went, said the other.

Onecia panicked and ran all the way home. As soon as she stepped in her mother’s house, her water broke, and she went into labor. Carlos was born later that evening, and he looked exactly like his father. Onecia refused to breastfeed little Carlos. Other women in the community felt sorry for Onecia’s children and her mother, Dessie Mae. They all pitched in to try to help Dessie Mae raise the children. Julie was a fourteen-year-old neighbor. She had given birth to a stillborn infant a week earlier. Julie would come to the house daily to allow baby Carlos to suckle.

Onecia took Benjamin’s departure hard. Neighbors said she wasn’t right at herself. She began talking to herself. She stopped bathing. Dessie Mae went to the church and tried to find help for her but would often say, Ain’t nobody in the world done figured out how to cure no broken heart. The entire community left Onecia to her own free will, offering her prayer, love, and relief from her children. Dessie Mae cared for her grandbabies as if they were her own. But one day cancer came knocking on Dessie Mae’s colon, promising her she didn’t have long for this earth.

Dessie Mae, after returning from the doctor with a cancer diagnosis that she didn’t quite understand, called Onecia into her bedroom. Child, you gone have to figure something out, ’cause I ain’t gone be here much longer. Now, I’ll do all I can for your children until I leave God’s green earth, but after that it’s all on you.

Onecia didn’t sympathize with her mother; she immediately began to think about herself. She thought, What the fuck I’m supposed to do with four nappy-ass-headed kids? but said aloud, Yeah, Mama, I can tell you sick and I’m getting my act together. I met a real nice man named David. He work at that new furniture factory over in Houston making real good money. Don’t you worry ’bout them chaps. You just take care of yo’self. I’m going to David’s this evening. I’m gone talk to him ’bout yo’ condition. Maybe me and the kids move in with him and we can bring somebody in here to take care of you.

That sho’ would be nice. But I don’t need nobody putting their self out for me. Just take care of them children.

About an hour later, a car drove up to the house. The driver blew the horn and Onecia went running out of the front door. Dat’s him. Bye Mama!

Onecia would never see Dessie Mae alive again. When she drove away with David that day, her hope was that her mother would get sicker, and the welfare folks would come in and think the kids were orphans, make them wards of the state, and put Dessie Mae in a nursing home. She stayed away six long months. During those months, her relationship with David grew. After they’d been together for eight months, she finally told him that she had four children. He was delighted. Whew, I’m glad you already got kids, ’cause I ain’t never wanted to make none myself. If I had to be there when my woman coochie stretched to pop out a kid, I don’t think I’d want that thang no more. He laughed.

Onecia planned to take him to meet Dessie Mae and the children the next day, but a lot had changed during that time away. Dessie Mae’s health had taken a turn for the worst. When Onecia got to her mother’s home, it was empty.

Where the fuck my ma?! she yelled.

A neighbor walked over. She gone, child. Been dead and buried for ’bout a week now. Yo’ cousin Richard sho’ did put her away nice.

Onecia yelled like a scalded dog. Ughh, why Lord? Why me? Why you take my momma away from me?

David ran to her and held her. She began to kick and scream. David asked the neighbor Where the chil’run?

Oh, them chaps been gone for a while. Richard came and got them chil’run months ago when Dessie got sicker. One of the twins used to catch the bus here to check on her. Matter fact, it was one of them that found Dessie Mae laying there dead. They all over at Richard’s house now.

Thank you, David said as the neighbor began to walk away.

For the next two hours David sat on the porch laughing at his new woman running through the yard yelling, Lawd, why ain’t you take me? Oh Lawd have mercy. Give me back my mama! She calmed down when a strike of lighting bolted through the sky.

Come on, Necia. I think you pissing the Lawd off. He laughed.

She ducked, as if the lightning were aiming for her head, and walked toward the car.

You want to go in yo’ mama’s house and just take yo’ time and grieve?

Shit, naw, I’m getting out of here. I needs me a drank.

Onecia made David drive her to the liquor store. It would be another month before she would go to Richard’s house to see her kids. By the time they arrived, the kids had already bonded with Richard. Onecia introduced her new man to Richard, and the two men automatically did not like each other.

Pussy, thought David

Square, thought Richard.

David made up his mind that the kids were coming home with them that day. He bonded with little Carlos, but the girls never warmed up to him. Onecia grew to hate her children. As the years passed, her relationship with her children only got worse. She always seemed to hate her son. As the years passed and he developed more and more of his father’s features, she treated him worse and worse. She never talked to him; she only yelled at him. The whole family was embarrassed when she would tell him, Get the fuck out of here, Carlos. You make my pussy itch every time I look at you. Lookin’ just like yo’ got damn daddy!

Back to Daddy’s Story: How It All Began

June 1981

Richard lucked up on the opportunity to become a drug dealer. A sheriff’s deputy from Tupelo advised him that he could make big money selling drugs. The county police went on to supply him with the connections and product he needed to get the business started. Then, for a small fee, Mississippi’s finest would ignore his drug business as long as he only sold to the people in his community—the black community. VanVleet is a small rural area. His property was located in the backwoods of VanVleet. He used the land that he inherited to grow and harvest his very own marijuana crop. This made it easy to hide his illegal business, and business was good. He planted soybeans on the outskirts of the property and the marijuana was hidden in the center of the fields.

He was at the top of his game at this point in life. His marijuana crops were growing well, and he had his special lady, Vada Thomas, on his arm. He had many young kids, ages six to sixteen, whom he paid to handle his marijuana crop. They would harvest, pluck, ground, and package it to sell.

He had Vada to do everything else. The two had been together since elementary school. She’d been with him through the death of his mother, father, and both grandparents. In his mind, he believed that if he ever fell in love, it would be with her. After all, he’d had her longer than anything or anyone else in his life. To him love was a one-way street. He defined love as the feeling I get when people do the shit that makes me feel like I’m on top of the world. If a person lived up to his definition of love, then he could say the words I love you, but he had no idea how he should feel about or act toward the person that he said the words to.

The only thing that hadn’t quite come together was his pimping game, but he had a plan, if he could just talk Vada into it. On a sunny day in June 1981, after returning home in his brand-new 1981 Chevrolet Camaro, he decided to run his new idea by her. Vada, I want to talk to you about something. He grinned.

What’s that, baby? Vada asked.

Well, I have a couple of women that want to start working for me. These hoes are on the stroll in Tupelo, but they ain’t making no money. They need somebody to look after ’em and get ’em some exposure.

And you think that ought to be you? Vada asked.

Yeah. I want to expand my operations.

Bull-fucking-shit! I ain’t having that, Richard. Next thing you know you will be fucking these girls and bringing me some shit I can’t get rid of.

Richard felt like he’d won, because she didn’t say no. Look, woman. You want me to marry you, don’t you?

Her eyes lit up. Yes. You know nothing would make me happier. Now she was grinning.

Then you need to let me make this money, baby. You know I ain’t sticking this thang in nothing ever since they say Tim caught the syphilis from messing around with all them bitches in Okolona. I ain’t trying to give you no shit and I damn sure ain’t trying to die.

I don’t know about this though, baby.

Richard began to think on his feet. He didn’t want to spend money on hotels to step up his pimping game. His plan was to run a brothel from his home. His police friends advised him not to sleep where he shitted; however, he was cheap and his mind was made up. He just needed to choose prostitutes whom Vada would allow him to move in to his house.

At the time, his three cousins Ginger, Gale, and Lydia had been thrown out of their mother’s home and were living with one of their distant cousins named Loretta in her cramped two-bedroom shack in Prairie, Mississippi. Richard knew they would love to move into his home, which everybody considered a mansion. So he called Loretta and offered to relieve her of the burdensome, unemployed houseguests. He drove to Brand Budd’s grocery store to get them each a bag of Golden Flake potato chips, a Faygo soda pop, and a Nutty Buddy ice cream cone. He then drove to Loretta’s house to make his cousins an offer they couldn’t refuse.

Gale, Ginger, and Lydia moved into Richard’s home with the promise that they would work for him feeding his dogs, cleaning his home, cooking his meals, caring for his swimming pool, manicuring his yard, shaving him with a straight razor, cutting his toenails, and pressing and curling Vada’s hair. One month into the arrangement, Richard approached Ginger and added one more duty to the list. He wanted the girls to sleep with some of his friends.

I don’t know about that, Richard. All us is virgins and I know I don’t want no man humping up and down on me making me bleed.

Come on, little cuz. It ain’t like that at all and once you do it the first time, it ain’t no more blood. Y’all will be working for me. Ain’t I been taking care of you the whole time y’all been staying here?

Yeah, but we ain’t been here but one month.

Okay, cool, cool. Just think about the little money y’all making from me for cleaning up around here. Y’all just end up giving it all back to me to pay for your room and board. Don’t you want to have money in your pocket to buy new clothes and stuff like that? I’m trying to help y’all have a better life. Now, didn’t I give all y’all your own room? Y’all all slept in the same bed at ya Momma’s house. Right? It feels good to have your own space, huh?

That’s all true.

Well, how about trying this for me?

There ain’t no trying when it comes to sleeping with no man though, Richard, because once you do it one time you can’t go back to being a virgin. I want to be a virgin when I become somebody’s wife. Why can’t yo’ friends go sleep with their own girlfriends or wives?

That’s just it. Men get tired of sleeping with their girlfriends and wives once they been with them for a while. They need something different to give them something to fantasize about. They’re willing to pay good money to y’all to help them to live out their fantasies, which is like make-believe. And if it is important to you to be a virgin, then when you finally meet a man you can say you a virgin in real life, because what you’re gonna do with these fellas is just make-believe.

But the bleeding only happens the first time, won’t my husband know I ain’t a virgin on my wedding night when I don’t bleed?

Aw, come on, girl. You talking nonsense now. You just eighteen years old. By the time you finally meet a man and get married, your vagina will be virginized again. Trust me. You see you dropped out of school, but if you had of stayed in, you would have got to take a class called biology. In biology you woulda learned that anytime a woman waits three menstrual cycles between having sex the insides of her vagina grow back together and she becomes revirginized. It works the same way after a woman has a baby. The insides of her vagina grow back together and bang! She’s a virgin again. So now can y’all do this for me?

Ginger turned and walked away, feeling knowledgeable and enlightened.

Richard watched her. His eyes dropped to her butt as always. He licked his lips. Damn, I bet that shit good as hell, he said aloud. He knew it would be difficult talking to Ginger. Everybody said she was a little touched in the head since the day she walked in from school and found Dessie Mae lying on the kitchen floor dead.

Later that day, he called for Lydia to clip his toenails. He was sitting in the makeshift office—which he used to conduct all his drug and gambling transactions—watching television.

Lydia knocked on the door.

Come in, he said as he hid his .357 magnum handgun under the chair.

As Lydia approached, he looked from her breast to her flat stomach, then propped his feet up on the stool so that she could remove his socks and shoes.

Hey, cuz, you know my feet hurt today. Could you massage ’em a little for me?

Okay, I got you, big cuz.

He began to wish he’d approached Lydia first instead of Ginger. Lydia was obedient and seemed grateful for everything that he did for them. She was naïve like Vada, and he liked that about her.

As she massaged his right foot, he decided to try something. He took his left foot and slowly placed it on Lydia’s right breast. She didn’t say anything. Just continued to massage.