Well my cousin died. I’m not sure of the time of death. I got a phone call at about 10 am in the morning. Ally’s dead. They say it’s poison. . …
She went to the doctor grabbin her gut. He gave her meds. 2 days later she’s in a coma laying on somebody’s hospital bed hooked up to tubes. They intubate her. Funnel these meds into her system. The meds cause an adverse reaction to the meds already in her system. She flat lines. My cousin dies at 21. She’d been in that coma since Monday. It’s too late to place blame but, where was her Mom to tell the doc’s she already had meds in her? What happened to doctor’s doing blood work before they medicated the patient?
you are forcing the issue between us. I feel as though we are drifting apart and that we are very much the cliff analogy I described to you earlier. you say that your focus is only on me but there are times when we have conversations in which you just drift off elsewhere. You zone out. your mind is never with me. I cannot keep your attention gunz and at this point I feel myself going thru the motions knowing that at some point our relationship will run its course. Your statements and you’re averring to love me and only me, sound like words said to assuage your troubled mind. I need you to be 100% honest with yourself and picture your life with me as the only woman you love or are in love with. A little in depth soul-searching would double my respect for you. I’m not asking for your hand in marriage. I just guess I’m asking for a one-woman man. If that’s so hard to believe. Are you a “one-woman” man ?
I know you probably ask why i’m still here. But i guess that would be because I love you. I’ve never let myself endure so much hurt and pain and disappointment. Now I’m not saying that you’re altogether bad. On the contrary. I feel as though you have the best of intentions. I just believe that what you need and what you want differ exponentially. You may need me but you don’t want me. I am not the Galatea you pictured in your mind’s eye.
so as it turns out meesh had to eat her words along with a nice helping of humble pie. The girl is not his sidechick. Never really was. She was/is someone who fell in love with him because he is just a great person. Paradox much?
Let me fill you in on the details. Because i’ve been expounding on the bad and the ugly, but not the good. He’s an overall great guy. It took me a while to understand that. He doesn’t do these things for the ego-boost but simply because if it came down to it, he’d give you the shirt off his back. And it doesn’t matter how fucked up you are toward him, he has a forgiving heart.
A concept that is somewhat alien to me. I have no excuse for why it’s such an alien concept. All that I can say Is… I’m a work in progress. But having finally understood his plight via this weekend’s last outburst. I realized 2 truths:
#1 He reallly really really reallly loves me.
#2 He’s not into her the way that I thought.
perhaps he keeps her around because … more to come later….
After centuries upon centuries of dissecting the male brain one determines there are no areas of grey. The average human male only sees black or white (unless of course he’s a politician). This is where the sexes differ. Women are emotional creatures who therefore operate on that very basis. Men are…. well for lack of a better term….. uni-cellular in their way of thinking. They believe if you slap a Band-Aid on it pre-Neosporin, the cut is healed. But there is so much that lies beneath the surface bubbling and broiling. You can’t really throw a blanket over it and pretend it’s not there.
My boyfriend (soon-to-be ex) decided he was going to patch up a friendship gone wrong between 2 females. I guess he thought that if he had the women come together to talk that things would work themselves out. I guess his ultimate goal was for them to apologize to each other and that’d be that. But there’s no accounting for hurt feelings and damaged ego.. Simple “I’m sorries” just ain’t gonna cut it. That’s my problem with him. He thinks lip service will do the trick. Doing and saying are vastly two different entities altogether. Him saying “I’m sorry” and doing the opposite doesn’t exactly speed the healing process. You think because you made your side chick apologize to me that I’ll settle down and accept her in your life? really?
Part of me feels as though it is inevitable that he will cheat with this girl (although the means aren’t physically there). I know it’s all really silly but i can’t help but feeling the way I did when I was with Loni and she wouldn’t get rid of that bitch mahogany. So many times I’d been disrespected only to find out they were fucking each other. It makes me feel like that’s what he’s doing. Only difference this time around is that, I am preparing myself for the blow.
My Boyfriend. Yes I refer to him as such because he’s been the most loyal individual in my life over the span of 10 years. The most loyal at least until now. He doesn’t cheat. It isn’t cheating if your lover knows about it. He just finds ways to be in everyone elses corner but mine. Maybe that’s putting it harshly. Maybe him hanging out with certain girls I don’t approve of and who are blatantly disrespectful of our relationSHIT, isn’t a direct slap in the face. And Maybe I’m the fucking Dalai Lama. In any case for some reason unbeknownst to me, I love the man. And you know what the cure-all is for loving someone who doesn’t take quite as much stock in you? it’s walking away.
He says to me today that if a woman is going to cheat he has no control over that and therefore it’s pointless to harang over it. This is true indeed but it seems as if they (the men) turn their emotions on and off like water faucets and subsequently expect the rest of the world to follow suit. He assumes that because he shrugs shit off that everyone else should too. but no two people are made alike. We have our ways in which we like to handle situations and the key to making a relationship work between two people who obviously are not of the same mindset, is to compromise (find middle ground). But how does one even begin to do that when the other party involved can’t even see your p.o.v.? How do you come to some sort of amicable crossroads when He doesn’t see why you would be upset at him ditching you for late night chat with cartoons
That being the case, ladies what would you do if your man just acted like he didnt’ give a fuck? If you’re talking to him about the status of your relationship that he admittedly says he cherishes, and he falls asleep how would you handle that? Do you flip the light switch? Do you just take a mental hiatus? Spend time with self? Get the fuck-em Dress on n do your Single ladies dance? What is it that you do to take the edge off? short of having an affair. Sleeping with someone else ain’t gone make you feel better. yes I know ur shaking your head and saying “leave him” but like that dog sittin on that nail I guess I jus ain’ hurtin enough. I decided to leave him without leaving him. I’m taking a little hiatus all by my lonesome. Call it a spiritual journey if you will. He will miss me and I will miss him but i figure it’s the best way to clear my mind. And maybe when I come back I’ll decide there’s something better out there for me (and perhaps pigs will fly).
10 years later and he’s back in my life. my feelings are somehow convoluted. I know what my long-term goals are. I’m just not sure if they include him. The odds are stacked high against us. But yet I find myself acting like some crazed teenager again. He’s had a hard life. The likes of which, i’ve never had the misfortune to experience.
So it makes it hard for us to relate. You know when you are missing certain things in life it tends to incite hunger inside you. You tend to want to strive harder to obtain those things. I think that’s what he does. And because I don’t strive for the same things he does, it drives a rift between us. I want that American Pie dream (well not exactly “Americah Pie”). He wants money. Maybe as the Alpha Male it defines his worth. But I want something simpler. Friendship, Loyalty and reliability. He is downright Amoral and the things I find horrific he finds mundane. We often clash on those points alone. Yet I can’t leave him alone.