Sunday, August 2, 2015

The GOOD in my GOODbye.

If anyone would have told me I'd be penning this, my response would have been a fat NO!!!  One can never foresee a back stab or blindside. I guess that's the beauty.

Firstly it pains me to write this but its reasons are enough motivation. This is not my 1st divorce but it still hurts. My first divorce was a breach in the moral and social code between friends and this divorce too, nothing different. I should have had the foresight to see this coming as both parties are two peas in the pot (not in a good way).

The reason for our break-up is based on the two-faced life you live at my expenses. The disregard of my life and the impact when you talk about me, the use me to your advantage and the secrets you spread when told in highest confidence. I'm was your best friend, thought I count on you but time and time again you proved me wrong. I'm not lashing at you but I'm just telling you my experience with you for the past seven (7) years. Its been abusive, my trust in you is no longer there.

I've told you things that I knew would not come back to me. Boy was I wrong in all occasions. A misunderstanding is easy to resolve because it was not intentional. You deliberately telling people my business, is a violation of my trust. Something hard to repair. I once tried to show you what consideration, care, love and trust is, but in your nature you got the wrong end of the stick or the wrong stick.

When we were talking about you that day, it was borderline a concern to us based on the contents of what we knew bout that relationship. If it was gossip, you wouldn't have known about it. The fact that you get/ got defensive is understood. The fact that years later you still see nothing wrong, I have nothing to say.

I'm not perfect and I don't aim at perfection as it doesn't exist. You, out of everybody know most of my flaws and all. Hence the betray is deeper than any romantic relationship I've ever had. I will not say I'm better but I can admit I'm wrong and apologize. You have changed over the years some for the good and some not so much. I can barely recognize you. 

I can barely relate to you. This has nothing to the fact that I am a mother but because you have morphed into someone I don't recognize. I don't wanna confide in you any more, I can't tell you anything because my heart can't take it. I deserve the same loyalty from you as I give. The foundation of our friendship has been violated. We share nothing in common except a history and nothing more. I was your best-friend, a sister, a buddy and it hurts to see this separation but I'm afraid it has to happen.


We have reached an impasse and I doubt neither parties wanna continue living a lie. "when someone shows you their ass, believe them, that's  who they are". 

This is my hurtful experience of mistrust can do. Hope you find happiness within you to find it on others.  I wish nothing but the best in life in general, i hope another 7 years will pass and see the good in my goodbye.


Saturday, August 1, 2015

Friday Night to remember ...

What is the most valuable thing to you? Not the tangible things? Please don't mention shoes, bags and play-station. Well, let me school you. Mine is time. I mean if i'm not making money i need to be doing something i like. I value it after 10 years of my youth was stolen by confused girls who don't know back to front but this is not about that, its about something else.

This is a background story based on someone who felt it was OK to get 10 missed calls over a weekend and not say a single word. If i'm your girl and you drive into the woods of Kimberly, the least you owe me is a "Hi BITCH, I'M OK SEE YOU WHEN I'M BACK". I'm not an expert in relationships but i'm pretty sure mutual respect is a must, goes without saying. 

I've been used for my contacts, brilliant ideas (on making money), helping someone making money and none of that bother me. Simply because I've probably did the same to someone else. Unapologetic, i know. The one thing that makes me mad is, using my time and not respecting it. I'm not one to call a guy more than 3 times in a row. If you have 1 missed call, the following ones will not move him. So stop being psycho ladies. 

So i was advised to pen down what happened last, i'm not proud but i'm grateful for the lesson. I agreed to meet someone for a date. Drove from pillar to concrete post only to be stood up. That sh*t hurts but very embarrassing. On my way home i'm thinking. How can one agree to meet and not answer his phone? I'm pretty sure i dialed his number 25 times and my ego was on 0%. I'm a proud young lady, i wait for no one to help me get mine (ghetto translation: i don't wait for help, i make things happen for me).

Let me not paint a one sided canvas, he reached out after this misfortune. Sadly, i couldn't give an Alex rat ass. I've been there, you fail me deeply to be there for me. As stupid and guarded as some could believe. I don't like asking for help, it reduces my chances of a broken heart. So this hurts my ego like hell. My heart is immune to this pain now. I'm not a tin woman but prevention is always better than cure.

This has been one of the most challenging things I've done or posted. Having to be emotional butchered and allow to put yourself into that kind of light, dents ones relationships hopes and "dreams"

I'm over being a doormat and a good-luck chuck.

Love,

Mpk