my friend Raven wrote this on her website and it's so accurate that I had to share it. looking back on it, it's funny now. but back then? nah. not one bit. and i'm nowhere near this phase at all anymore but just in case there was any of you out there that felt like you were alone...you're not. you will come out of it a better woman but be careful because 'better' and 'bitter' are only one letter off...
We've all been there. You have put your all into a relationship only to find out its one sided... Wait. Pause. Let me interject Kanye style & add my 2 cents into this. This whole concept of a relationship completely boggles my entire being... So caught up in the concept of titles and boundaries, allowing for a society even more cold & lonely than you are to dictate what your status is...
Sound Familiar?
You sleep together every night. You prepare meals for each other. You get pissed/sad/worried/etc when you don't hear from them at least 3 times before noon. You remind him of his mothers birthday. You consult each other about major life decisions. You will smack the bullshit outta any female that looks longer than 10 seconds (bitch I don't care if you are waiting for him to pay for his meal).
News flash Ladies and Gentleman: You are in a relationship... doesn't matter if you changed your facebook status or not....
Now back to Ms. Sullivan...
We've all heard it all before like our fave home girl Sunshine Anderson spit it back in '01 (yes its been that long... yes we are getting old)... You put 200% in, he gives you 50% at best... You fight your mother, brother, anonymous home girl, and everyone else in your life that has common sense about why hes a good guy... then your eyes are rudely awakened to a text message, a facebook post, a picture, some random tricks draws in your bed (I watch too much Maury forgive me) to who he really is... & what do we do when this happens? We snap... we break down... we fight.scream.kick.throw up.burn.his.shit... (just saw Waiting to Exhale)... We hit our breaking point... now for Jazmine, that was giving this fool 10 seconds to get the hell out of her face before he could never live to take another breath...
Now is 10 seconds... too long? not long enough? too little too late? It's up for you to decide.
Chances are:
you witnessed.you forgave. you wished. you hoped. you fantasized. you hallucinated. you ignored. you wiped a tear. you took a shot. you rolled a blunt. you loved. you grew. you giggled. you laughed. you smiled. you cried... you lived & now you cannot find the will or power to live... you smacked the bullshit outta that bastard & kept itmovin...
You call your home girls & over a few shots of Henney (maybe that's just how my girls roll), you toss your hair, do ya makeup, find those Aldo pumps you been dying to wear, and blast a new track: No Hands... Its gonna be one of those nights.
You wake up, you re-evaluate... Swear off penis & love (well maybe just love), & get ready for the remix...
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