It still amazes me how some women react when the “OTHER” woman reaches out and says “I’ve been sleeping with your man, or your man has been trying to holler at me, etc” or something else a long those lines. Now, depending on how the conversation goes down, you can do a couple of things, curse the other woman out, go find her and beat her up (yep, this still happens), ignore her and support your man, or listen to what she has to say (usually the last thing women do). Keep in mind ladies, we don’t always know what the man is telling the other woman, I think we owe it to ourselves to listen. I know it may be hard especially if the other woman is calling you a b*tch. So my question to you is:
If another female reached out to you and said “your boyfriend’s been sleeping with me, “hollering” at me, etc, what would you do?
I realized I liked recycling the men I date and now think second (even third and fourth) chances may be (is) a waste of time. While it’s flattering (sometimes) to have a man come back to you, I’m thinking it’s better the leave the past where it is….in the PAST. How many times must I walk down the same road which will lead me to the same place? I’ve gone back and forth with the gentleman I spoke of yesterday for almost two years (I think). It’s been so long I stopped counting. Granted, I was the one who walked away each time, that was due primarily to his inconsistency. I still blame myself for allowing him to come back each time.
He’s a great guy, BUT, he had some demons he needed to deal with before he stepped foot in my house. What ever fear or apprehension he may have or had about our “relationship” should have been dealt with by him. I understand relationships aren’t easy, I think we tend to make them more difficult than the really need to be. I’m going to focus on what I want and when it comes my way, I won’t be surprised.
BUT, to the negro that won’t leave me alone…I wish you well, I’m not bitter but…STOP CALLING MY PHONE…
Last weekend I also saw the emergence of someone from my past. Well, I kind of figured he would pop his head up around Christmas. Apparently, he used the Black Congressional Caucus to make “his move.”
I got a text message from him ” I know we are not talking but you should come down to the convention center, the Congressional Black Caucus is happening and Senator Obama will speak here.” Um I politely said thank you, please don’t send me anymore messages.
Background Story?
A little over a year ago, I stopped speaking to a very confused young man who couldn’t determine whether he wanted us to stay friends or become a little more than friends and see where things would take us. The decision for him and I to take it up a level was made a week before I left to NY for three months. When I got to New York, the first week I was there I didn’t hear from him. I had an event in DC and to drive back the weekend after I left DC. During the weekend, he avoided speaking and seeing me. I consider myself to be a VERY observant person, so I asked the question “What’s going on?” I think we should go back to being friends.
*Mouth dropped open*
OOOOKKKAYYYY…I agreed, and kept it moving. We still talked to each other and during one of our last conversations he made it slip why he wanted to go back to being friends. “I don’t know what you’re doing in NY, I don’t like being in a long distance relationship, and just the other day you were talking about going on a date on your myspace blog.”
WTF?
“Dude, I was in NY for a week when you decided to go back to being friends and I’m only supposed to be here for three months, plus I’m only 4 hours away! AND you said you wanted to go back to being friends so please don’t come to me about my dating blog! It was a long drawn out ordeal and then one day I snapped. I told him, as long as I breathe, never text message, call, or e-mail me again! Ask me what he does a week later? E-mails me! I will say, us stop speaking and then reconnecting has always been our thing (sh*t the story of my life).
However, when we reconnected this year (he caught me at moment of weakness) he tried to convince me we were nothing more than just friends (I swear this is the story of my life). He said we were nothing more than friends. I had to draw the line. I asked him if we weren’t friends, why did he feel the need to tell me last year that we needed to go BACK to being friends? Of course that was followed up with a Ugh, Um, we just need to leave the past in the past.
He was absolutely correct, which is why I said we can go our separate ways….and last weekend, true to form, he returned. This time I’m sticking with my guns and saying…I’m good, thanks but no thanks.
I spent the last two weekends with my family. My father has always been big on family, so of course when my cousins from Jamaica came to visit my father in NY; it was expected for my sister and I to make our way “HOME.” I always love spending time with my family! My father is the most sarcastic man on this planet. In addition to being sarcastic, he’s BRUTALLY honest. He’s the guy that if he hasn’t seen you in 20 years and you gained some weight, the first thing to come out of his mouth is “You gained a lot of weight.” He’ll say it with a straight face without blinking!
Anyway, I became a Vegan (and recently bumped it up to a Pescetarian) 10 months ago and since then my father swears up and down I have some kind of eating disorder. What’s wrong with you? I hope you’re not anorexic! I will admit I went from 150 to 137. However, the first drop in weight came because of the Juice Detox regimen I was on for 11 days. I dropped 13 lbs in 11 days and said “Hell NAW,” time to quit. The second “drop” in weight was a direct effect from two months of fitness boot camp! I started at 144 and ended at 137. While I didn’t loose much weight after two months of fitness boot camp, I did lose two inches and gained a whole lot of lean muscle.
I’ve tried to explain to my father on multiple occasions (between stuffing some kind of vegan treat in my mouth) my decision to become a vegan was for medical reasons and I wasn’t trying to starve myself. He got excited when I told him I decided to introduce fish back into my diet. I guess me eating fish will shut him up for a couple of months.
I try not to punish the meat-eating people who come to visit especially my niece. Lord knows that girl can eat meat like a horse. She was with me the last two weekends. Two weeks ago, I made some jerk salmon on the grill. Oh, she was so excited about the salmon, and her grandpa made her some curry goat, which made her smile! This past weekend I surprised her by cooking some brown stew chicken, rice and peas, and other vittles. Of course, I couldn’t taste most of the stuff I was cooking, so my niece was my little taster. “Auntie, this is so good, I’m sorry you can’t eat any of the food, thank you though.” I looked at her and rolled my eyes, but it was still good to hear that I still had it!
While I’m not sure how long I’m remain Pescetarian, I’m sure happy with the results of me changing my diet.
Could and would you see yourself becoming either a Vegan or Pescetarian?
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I realized I liked recycling the men I date and now think second (even third and fourth) chances may be (is) a waste of time. While it’s flattering (sometimes) to have a man come back to you, I’m thinking it’s better the leave the past where it is….in the PAST. How many times must I walk down the same road which will lead me to the same place? I’ve gone back and forth with the gentleman I spoke of yesterday for almost two years (I think). It’s been so long I stopped counting. Granted, I was the one who walked away each time, that was due primarily to his inconsistency. I still blame myself for allowing him to come back each time.
Last weekend I also saw the emergence of someone from my past. Well, I kind of figured he would pop his head up around Christmas. Apparently, he used the Black Congressional Caucus to make “his move.”
I spent the last two weekends with my family. My father has always been big on family, so of course when my cousins from Jamaica came to visit my father in NY; it was expected for my sister and I to make our way “HOME.” I always love spending time with my family! My father is the most sarcastic man on this planet. In addition to being sarcastic, he’s BRUTALLY honest. He’s the guy that if he hasn’t seen you in 20 years and you gained some weight, the first thing to come out of his mouth is “You gained a lot of weight.” He’ll say it with a straight face without blinking!
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