Seriously though. We've all heard of the book Why Men Love Bitches, and as most of us have come to notice, men do love bitches. Some men want to be treated like trash and be disrespected. They want to be turned into your ATM machines and your personal magas. They want you to treat them with contempt and disdain. They want you to make them sweat, keep them waiting, stand them up, not call them, never answer or return their calls, hang up on them when you lose interest in a conversation that has lasted all of 55 seconds. That's what they want.
How is it that I've happened to date guys that are BLIND. Completely blind. And then months or years post-break-up they suddenly receive clear vision.
If I got a hundred dollars for each time an Ex calls to apologize for the way things ended I'd be freaking rich by now. It's either they call to apologize because they're suddenly feeling guilty, or because they just realized that I'm 'a very good person', with 'a very good heart' and I 'did not deserve to be treated that way' (how many more times do I need to freaking hear this? Like I pointed out to someone recently, I'm yet to see what good this 'good heart' has done me.), or because things are not going well for them in life and they think it's because they treated me badly; BODE I was not the one you saw chasing you in your dreams with a machete, It wasn't me. It's probably your guilt causing you to hallucinate. And OWELE I'm not the reason business isn't going well for you. No, I don't believe in fetish things and No, I did not take your name somewhere to do anything. The only place I take people's names to is the Throne of God, and your matter was too minor for me to be bothered to do that. Oh, yes I did shed a few tears, yet it was still too minor.
Long story short, the next time an Ex calls or texts me to apologise for how he treated, and tell me how I'm such a good person bla bla bla I will burst a vessel. Literally.
No Jay, I wrote a post about you some weeks back about how I wanted to end you.. You cannot call me out of the blues after you've married her and she's had your kids and suddenly want to apologize, and then accuse me of having 'reserved anger' when I say I don't want to meet with you. Moreover, remember your mother apologized to me on your behalf and I told her I'd forgiven you. I meant it.
I've forgiven you to the best of my ability. But if we do see God knows I won't be responsible for what I might do to you. You've been calling my phone for the past three days and bombarding me with messages; we need to see, we need to see, I need to talk to you in person. Last night you called and said it's a Yoruba proverb; if you don't see the person face to face then you won't feel the sincerity in the person's words, and you want me to feel the sincerity in your words. You know what? Fuck you! No this is not reserved anger, it's renewed anger, reborn anger, reignited anger. I'm so fucking angry at your effrontery.
You got the wife you wanted, you got the citizenship you wanted for your kids, you got the father-in-law you wanted (although rumour has it that you're his boy-boy and you have no say even in your own home), you got the crib you wanted. He's moved you from your face-me-I-face-you, to a three bedroom apartment on the mainland, and now to a duplex on the Island all in less than 3 years. You and wifey take vacations to exotic parts of the world every other month. So what else do you want from me. After all it was you who said "You, a girl that smokes and drinks, you thought I will marry you? You were just meant for fuckin". So why do you suddenly feel the burning need to see me that you would not let my phone be.
Negro do not test me. I've still got your mother in-law's phone number. I still know where they live, don't make me do things the both of us would regret. You say you're sorry. I say I forgive you. Leave it at that. Let's move on.
Shout Out to the guys that broke my heart for no reason and OWNED it! Yes, you're correct men. You stand by your deeds whether good or bad. You don't wake up one morning and suddenly grow a conscience and want to amend sh*t you shattered to bits and pieces, and I'm not referring to my heart alone. You leave the past in the past, just the way it should be.
Sorry guys. I needed to vent.