LOVING YOU IS JUST TOO......

HARD...

After 10 years of knowing her, six years of dating her and 4 years of being married to her, I realize that I can no longer do this. Relationships take work, I know. I never expected to always get along. I knew who she was and what she was about. I don't know why I thought she would change. I guess I just thought she would become more settled. We're married. We have three beautiful children. Finances are strait, bills are PAID. I lead such a tumultuous childhood. My mother seemed to always be caught in some DRAMA. Every man she met did HER wrong. She was always the VICTIM. I thought I avoided my MOTHER. I now know I married HER. And as much as I LOVE her, I don't believe it should be this HARD.


We casually met at a mutual friends birthday celebration. She had my attention the entire night. We went out the following week. Her outspoken nature intrigued me. The first time I noticed her "take no prisoners" approach was when a server made a snide comment after her request. She demanded to see the manager and argued until our bill was discounted . At the time, she made ME feel safe. She would never allow anyone to disrespect her. She was my ride or die chick. No one had better come at me or our children. I at times, fell back. I tended to avoid confrontation, sometimes to a fault. She inspired me to speak up for myself. She was my ROCK. Over the years, I noticed her determination turn into RAGE. She was always in conflict with someone. Didn't matter who or what it was. It could be; the mailman, her cousin, my mother, HER mother, our daughters teacher, MY co-worker, her best friend, the DOG. It didn't matter what the situation was she always felt the need to FIGHT. It became apart of a weekly  routine. I became exhausted with the stories and her lack of accountability. It was NEVER her fault. I couldn't get her to understand when a "enough was enough". LET IT GO. I encouraged her to seek therapy or take an anger management class. She was offended at the notion. I tried modeling remaining calm. She started saying things like, "You're being too SOFT".
It was the final straw. My daughter began to mimic her behavior. She could not see what she was doing.
She didn't want to change. I had to make a decision for myself and my children. I believe marriage should be forever. Not everyone just gives up. I stand by decision. I know the old saying "anything worth having is worth WORKING for". The WORK just can't be more than the LOVE itself. I wish her the best.
Still Single.....

SO WHILE YOU ARE THINKING LIKE A MAN.... HAVE YOU FORGOT HOW....

TO ACT LIKE A LADY? It's not new. Women for ages have TRIED to date like men. Just riddle me this: If men who want to date WOMEN meet a woman who THINKS like a MAN, why would  they want to date THEMSELVES?

We met my first year of college. He caught my attention. He was different. I later found out he was from out of state. I made it obvious that I was interested. He played it cool. I wasn't really experienced with men. HE was the perfect teacher. At times, his lessons were very harsh.  I played the GOOD student. I wanted him to believe that I could HANG. I didn't want to be one of THOSE women. A woman who became attached over sex. I wanted him to see that I was STRONG. I could handle his OTHER women. Because I was going to  date OTHER men. "Anything you can do I can do better".  I started seeing different guys. Some I was just cool with, others I was sleeping with. All the while, en love with HIM. I was the FRIEND with BENEFITS. He could tell me ANYTHING, even about his other women. I could even meet them. We could have AMAZING sex and I wouldn't call him after. I was WINNING! He didn't see me as some; soft, emotional, weak female. I was his EQUAL. During one of our AMAZING sex sessions IN THE BACK SEAT, he forgot to pull out. He made a joke out of it. "My Bad I forgot "YOUR" not on birth control? I was pregnant. I became an emotional wreck. When I tried to talk to him about the pregnancy, he was always busy. He didn't seem to care about my FEELINGS. I miscarried in my house ALONE. I never said anything else about it. I really SHOWED him!

ONLY ON A NEED TO KNOW BASIS.....BUT THIS IS SOME SHIT...

I NEEDED TO KNOW! When you first meet someone, you know nothing about them. Its exciting and intriguing. Every moment seems like a piece to a puzzle, that you NEVER really want to figure out. I've always loved a good suspense. I just NEVER thought that I'd be the PLOT!
 
I stopped by my cousin’s apartment to hang out. The parking lot is in the back. When I parked, I noticed the cutest specimen of chocolate you'd ever seen. He smiled, I smiled. I looked back. He was still watching. I giggled and walked up to my cousin’s apartment. As luck would have it, a friend of mine was dating Mr. Chocolate’s roommate. One day my friend calls and says come thru. Out walks Mr. Chocolate. We exchange pleasantries and numbers. A week later, the four of us are hanging out at their apartment. Four weeks later, me and Mr. Chocolate are sex buddies. We never asked any questions. I only knew his first name. I just ended a relationship with Mr. ASSHOLE. I wanted to keep it simple with Mr. CHOCOLATE. I’ll call you when I want you. You do the same. If our schedules coincide, LET’S GET IT!! No games. No feelings. JUST sex.  One evening, I was over and his phone rang. It was his dad. He was dropping off something. He runs out to get whatever it was. I got up to use the bathroom. When I looked out the window,  I saw his father. I couldn't FUCKING believe it! Mr. ASSHOLE has a son? NOTE TO SELF: NO MORE PET NAMES!
Still Single

"HOPE SHE'S MORE OF A WOMAN TO YOU THAN YOU WERE

A MAN TO ME". It seems so easy. One night here. A weekend there. You start to believe its OK. I have always wondered. But I never asked. Was she worth ALL that we were?

We'd been married for almost eight years. I wanted a family. He did too. He was a good man. A GREAT father. Marriage is a lot of work. It takes two. There was nothing he wouldn't do for me and the kids. I knew how much he loved me. How much he loved US. Over the years, I felt the difference.  It wasn't anything in particular. A feeling. I figured all couples go through THIS. I told him my concern. He reassured me that WE were ok. We were best friends. There was nothing we couldn't talk about. Then one night he called and said he was working late. My father had always told me, "you can never question a man whose trying to feed his family". So I didn't. Weeks went by, I started to notice a pattern. It didn't take long for the late nights to turn into long weekends. I felt like a character in my own drama. "Is this really happening"?  He was cheating on me. When he admitted to his infidelity, I thought he would try. He didn't. He wanted a divorce. He basically left me for HER. I was devastated but remained strong for my children.  We ended our relationship amicably. He gets the kids every other weekend and over the summer. Last weekend, he told me that THEY were no longer together. I could tell he was hurting. He asked if he could take me to dinner. I told him no. He wanted to be friends again. I asked him was he still friends with her? He said they were never really friends. I guess neither were WE.  Still Single

"BLACK N UGLY AS EVER...HOWEVER, I STAY GUCCI...

DOWN TO THE SOCKS"! One of THE most quotable rhymes. Biggie knew it. A lot of professional athletes know it. I realized it in High school. Men want a pretty GIRL. Women want a man who makes them feel like a PRETTY WOMAN. I'm no Richard Gere. But I got a little cash and a WHOLE lot of SWAG!

In middle school, I was just the fat kid who could JONE. I realized if I make them laugh with me, they won't laugh at me. My family had money. My mother was a principal. My Dad was a government official. Although I couldn't fit some designer clothes, I could make it work. I always had the fl-yest shoes. The bomb jewelry and shades. I was the first one to have a NEW ride in High School. I was invited to everything. I started playing football. I was getting a lot of shine. The attention I got DOUBLED. I knew I was big and black but I never had any problems getting girls. My 20th High School reunion is this year. College football garnered me minimal success. I landed a pretty decent job. I'm still a BIG dude. Maybe a little bigger.  I've had countless relationships. Nothing lasted. I'm not sure if I want to go. I guess SWAG only goes so far?  
Still Single

I WONDER IF I CAN BORROW BEYONCE'S.....

SURROGATE?  I thought I would have had one by now. I'm 36 years old. I have never been married. I have finally found the love of my life. He's a beautiful man. He wants to marry me. Its just one thing. He wants a CHILD.  I don't think I can give him one.

We met on-line. The experience felt SERENDIPITOUS. When I finally saw him, he was exactly what I expected. Our chemistry was instant. Every date felt like a building block. I always knew where I stood with him. The first time he mentioned wanting children, I could tell he was sincere. I wanted children too. I had been pregnant before. I decided to terminate that pregnancy. I never thought there was a problem. After almost 2 years, we were talking marriage. We had gone through some bad but mostly all good. I felt secure about things. We decided to stop using contraception. The sex had been SO good. He was definitely trying to put a baby in me. A few months had passed. He noticed that I hadn't got pregnant yet. I decided to go to the doctor. Now what? Still Single

TRIX ARE FOR KIDS AND SO ARE......

SLEEPOVERS? I'm a grown  f**cking MAN. I make my own money. I have my own car. I live in my OWN home. I'm happily single. I enjoy the company of a nice woman. I'm OPEN. At the beginning of any GOOD relationship, the aim is to BONE. Lets be mature about this. All those late night talks are for a reason. And the reason is.....ASS ASS ASS ASS ASS!

We met at an industry party. A mutual friend introduce us. She was kinda cute. Her conversation kept me interested. She was only in town for the weekend. After we exchanged numbers, we started talking almost everyday. I liked her vibe. Educated and well traveled. We had been kicking it (by phone) for over a month. The plan was set. She was coming in town for the holidays. I'm not pressed for some ass. I'm not turning none down either. I told her she could stay at my crib. I tided up the spot. I put some fresh linen on the bed and got wood for the fire place. She came through. We hadn't seen each other in a minute. A few glasses of wine and some catch up, it was time to get it in. She wanted to take a shower. I got in the bed and waited. She seemed to have got lost. I went to go check on her. She was asleep in the guest room. Maybe I'm stupid. Maybe I missed something. Or maybe she didn't read the handbook. Rule #5: If you travel more than 50 miles and plan to spend the night, we SMASHING! The next morning, I told her I needed to be somewhere. Translation, GET OUT!
SO Single

YOU HAVE THE RING.....ISN'T THAT

ENOUGH? I'll admit, I broke a lot of hearts. I was NEVER a one woman man. One day it hit me. I was ready to build my legacy. I couldn't do it alone. I had to choose a wife. There were plenty who claimed they could. There was only ONE other I considered. I knew SHE would never give up everything.  And that's how I wanted it. I decided to give HER the ring. I thought she'd help me to be a better man. I thought I wanted a woman whose life revolved around mine. I thought I would be happier. I THINK I made the wrong decision.

After 10 years of marriage, we could have been characters on a reality show. With my successful career and her building our legacy, we were the definition of a POWER couple. I never had any regrets. She was exactly what I wanted. A woman who would MANAGE our family. Every couple has their problems. We were know different. We both had extensive pasts. I never lied to her. She knew about them ALL. I figured it would make her feel more secure. I chose YOU. When I came home one night, she seemed to have an attitude. I finally asked her. It led into the craziest argument. She had found an email from an ex. She demanded to know why we were still in touch. I couldn't believe how angry she was. The email was a simple exchange about the holidays. It was nothing. I told her that she needed to calm down. I started to walk away.  She threw something at my head. I told her I was leaving. She followed me to my car. I told her to go back in the house. She was embarrassing herself. I started my car. She grabbed a golf club and broke my window. I thought I had done right this time. She was suppose to be that woman who knew exactly what I wanted. I'm starting to wonder about my marriage. All of this over an email? I never underestimated my wife. She does know me best. Maybe she knows too much? Maybe she knows that I married the woman I CHOSE but I didn't marry the woman I LOVED.  Still Not Sure

BUT YOU SAID THAT YOU LOVE ME....

OR DID YOU?  We've been together for a minute. I'm your woman and you're my man. You tell me how different I am. How you have never met anyone like me.  Our relationship is flourishing. Its a logical expectation. If  I say I love you, shouldn't YOU say it back?

No life altering event. We just clicked. He was the kind of man who made everything seem ok. I'd been in other serious relationships. This one felt different. We were together all the time. He'd met all my friends. Attended every family function. Everyone always said the same. He was special. I was practically living with him. It just felt right. One night, we were messing around on the bed. I was straddling over top him. He grabbed my face. He looked directly in my eyes and kissed me. It was the perfect time to say IT. I just knew he felt the same. I went with the moment. I put aside all my insecurities and told him. "I LOVE YOU". After the words rolled out, I waited for him to say it back. It felt like an eternity. I had almost given up. Then I heard him mumble, "DITTO". It wasn't the most romantic response. It was better than silence. I guess? Still Single

WHOOPS, I DIDN'T MEAN TO TEXT.........

YOU?  Technology is advancing so fast. Everyday there is a new app or device. You can communicate in so many different ways. Small children no longer want ELMO. They want IPADS. If you use modern technology correctly, you can get a lot done. I can email a report to my boss while updating my status on Face Book. With all of these advances, how in the world could I send a text to the wrong person? I really need a SMARTER phone. A phone that can tell me "YOU HAVE JUST F**CKED UP"!

He's a great guy. We dated a few times in college. We reconnected through a mutual friend. I wouldn't say he was "the one". We were pretty serious. Our schedules didn't always align. We managed through smart devices. I am the QUEEN of multi-tasking. He was leaving for business in Atlanta. His job required him to travel a lot. It really wasn't a big deal. We only saw each other on the weekend. When he was away, we did a lot of SEXTING. He loved my alter eago. SAMANTHA! One night, I sent my slutty ringmaster pic. He responded "Love this one babe". I responded "I'm already naked, don't forget the whip cream". I guess it took him a minute to realize. He called. I didn't understand. Why was he so PISSED? Then he said, "whose the whip cream for?" I checked my phone. I sent him the wrong text. I tried to get out of it. He wasn't buying my excuses.  He was yelling on the phone how much I had hurt him. I didn't know what to say. While he was breaking up with me, I got a Face book notification. He changed his status to SINGLE.  TOUCHE'.
Still Single

THROUGH SICKNESS AND in HEALTH, OR UNTIL AIDS KILLS US...

ALL! What are you doing? Why would you consider having casual UNPROTECTED sex in 2011? You  think its not true? You think it could NEVER happen to you? Here are the facts. In 2009 the CDC reported the new cases of HIV infection in 40 states. Asian reported cases: 470. White reported cases: 11, 803. Black reported cases: 21, 652. Don't be naive. KNOW your status and HIS too!

The day started off so simple. My boyfriend of a year was out of town because his mother was gravely ill. She suffered a seizure at work and lapsed into a coma. We communicated by text all day about her worsening condition. Then all of a sudden the text stopped and I got worried. Thinking the worse, I decided to call his mother’s home. I was hoping that one of his relatives could update me. Surprise! His MOTHER answered the phone. I thought "Praise God—she was fully recovered and out of that coma". I knew God was in the healing business. This was truly a miracle.  Or better yet, a crazy lie for him to tell. I asked to speak with him. His mother said he was at the hospital getting his blood work done. Blood work? She calmly explained that he is on Atripla. I quickly googled Atripla and found out that its a medication prescribed for people with HIV. The medicine has to be monitored very closely. When I confronted him, I found out that he had been HIV positive for 5 years. He didn’t feel the need to tell me because his viral load is undetectable. I didn't know what to say. All I could think was "I'm going to die"! Three months and 2 HIV tests later, I still don't know. I Love so HARD! I just never thought to DEATH!—STILL Single.

SINCE MUSLIMS DON'T CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS, I WONDER IF THEY AT LEAST EAT

COOCH? Dating someone of a different faith can be challenging. Especially around the holidays. I've always been open with my dating. I don't want to eliminate a good option. There is just so much to learn.  "Do they eat chicken"? "Or is it Pork they don't eat"? "What if you are driving during prayer time"? "Do you stop?" "Can you be around a Christmas Tree?" "Or is that a sin"? And speaking of SINS? I know I may seem stupid, but this is important. These are serious concerns. I LOVE Christmas! I could consider losing Santa for the RIGHT guy. But MY right guy eats cooch!

I was studying for a test at the library. He sat near me. Very distinguished. You might even call him REGAL. It was something different about him. We ended up chatting about an article. I could feel our attraction. We exchanged numbers and went out that weekend. He told me that he was a Muslim. Very committed to his faith. I had a few friends that were Muslims. I never dated one. There are a lot of stereotypes about Muslim men. He didn't really fit any of them. We really hit it off! Christmas was approaching. It was already clear. He didn't celebrate. I was ok with not receiving a gift. I was going home for the holidays.  Before I left, we planned a very romantic weekend. I still didn't know. TONIGHT I figured, he will just keep kissing DOWN. It was about to be on! "I WAS getting a gift after all"! He was touching and licking all over me. When he got to my navel, he stopped and came back up. I was pissed!  I'd DONE him. I needed to know.  "Do you eat COOCH or not"?  He said in a very obnoxious tone, "NO, ITS AGAINST MY RELIGION".  "Well so is F**CKING, but you don't seem to have a problem with that?"        Still Single     

ALERT ALERT! IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN INVITED TO THANKSGIVING CHANCES ARE....

YOU'RE NOT MAKING IT TO CHRISTMAS! Holidays bring about more than CHEER. It offers you the opportunity to check relationship status. Spring and Summer dating don't count. You have to make it through Fall and Winter. The FAMILY season. The "boo its cold lets snuggle" season. The "what should WE get my parents" season. The "everybody knows you at my office Christmas party" season. The "if you are not invited to Thanksgiving you must NOT be serious" SEASON!

We met at the GOOD OLE CLASSICS. He could dance his ass off! I love men with rhythm. We instantly hit it off. He was a PG POLICE OFFICER. I was a criminal justice major. There was lots to talk about. He even took me on a police chase in his cruiser. Things seemed to be going well. We both still lived at home. He met my parents. After a couple of months, I noticed I never met his. He claimed that his mom was always busy. I never even went upstairs. I would always go through the basement. It was getting close to Thanksgiving. He told me that ALL of his family was coming over. I waited for my invitation. He finally said "you should meet the FAM". I told my girls I got the invite. We must be SERIOUS. The plan was set. My car was in the shop. He would pick me up around one. Thanksgiving day was here. My family left to go over to my aunt's. I waited for him to call. It was going on two. When I called him, he didn't answer. I couldn't believe it. "Im being STOOD UP on THANKSGIVING"?! A few days later, I heard what happen. He'd gotten back with his ex. She was WAY taller than me. He probably couldn't exchange her Christmans gift. She won't make it to Valentines Day.  
Still Single

HES NOT TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE...HES JUST TOO GOOD 4....

YOU! I thought the "I want a bad boy" days was over? Women are still IGNORING good men? What's up with that? So you want him to cheat on you? Oh he needs to be more UN available? I got it, he should be BROKE? A bunch of kids and their mama's is what turns YOU on?  If rough necks are still in, I am definitely OUT.

I met her on line. She actually approached me. I get hit on ALL the time. I'm not a bad looking guy. I have little SWAGGER. She seemed nice. We decided to meet for dinner. I will admit, I'm a little shy. It takes me a minute to warm up. I did. We laughed and talked about all types of things. Both of us loved traveling and the water. We had quite a few things in common. I was feeling a connection. She talked about all of the horrible men she had been meeting. I let her vent. She had dealt with a man who cheated. Another dude had lied about his education. She even dated someone who had NEVER lived on his own. I was NOTHING like that. I'm a lead consultant at an IT firm. I own my own home. I also have an investment property. Never been married. No kids. I thought the date went well. When I tried to call her the next day, no response. I figured I would send a text. No response. A few days later, she text me back. "sorry but you are not really my type, take care".  I sent this story to offer some advice. Maybe I don't have that EDGE. Yeah I'm a GOOD GUY. But I'M no longer single. Continue to look for your BAD BOY. And YOU will always be......"STILL SINGLE"

SO IM ON MY PERIOD.....

NOW WHAT? Its called a PERIOD for a reason. It only lasts a few days. Okay, maybe I'm not in the best of moods. Women have SO many changes. Men just don't get it. It's hormonal. The life cycle begins and ENDS with us. Its not an excuse for you to cut up. "Oh she on her period, I'm going out". NO! GROW UP. ITS A PERIOD not a SENTENCE!

I think I started my period when I was nine. Womanhood began. When your girl, its just a mess. As a teenager, you are a ITCH. As a WOMAN, I'm CRAZY. Every time my period came, he went ghost. I noticed his distance. I decided to bring it up. He blamed me. "You trip every month, SAME time". "UHHHH?". I'm still going to work. I'm still fixing dinner. I'm still down for sex. BLACK TOWEL AND ALL! "What am I doing that's SO crazy"? He could never explain. After a few months I realized, he was one of THOSE guys. A guy who uses your cycle to creep. I decided to be on my best this time. He would have no reason. House was immaculate. I made his favorite. Mood was set. I had the black BLANKET on the floor. The ice was on deck for the GOOD HEAD session. He came in started some RANDOM argument. Stormed out. He thinks I'm stupid. I was done. He can be a  B**TCH every MONTH to someone else!  Still Single

ITS SO WRONG, BUT I CAN'T HELP IT, I WANT TO F**CK MY.......

BOSS! Its the old adage. "You always want what you can't have". I think I could have him. I see the way he looks at me. When I flirt with him, he likes it. I'm not trying to break up his happy home. I think he needs SOME. I think his wife has him on a schedule. I'm trying to be available in the COPY ROOM.

He's not exactly my type. He is a nice dresser. There is just a lil "sumthin sumthin" about him. When you work with someone you are attracted to, its difficult to let them know. He's my boss. Its even worst. One day he had on this cologne! It made me crazy. After that, I just kept fantasizing about RIDING him. I KNOW I could make his toes curl. When he's talking business, I'm thinking about sitting on his face. I'm so bad. Sometimes I accidentally rub up against him. "Oh excuse me, I didn't see you standing there". I want him to feel THIS booty. I know he want to touch IT. I feel guilty sometimes. Not TODAY. Today, I just want to grab HIS ass. I often think "what if he weren't my boss"? Its just a silly fantasy. Everybody has them. But I think I'd still like to know? Do YOU ever wish you weren't my boss?
Still Single

TWO'S A STORY BUT THREE'S A

POST! Aint nobody had a threesome? I've been waiting for SOMEBODY to share. Its got to be more people who've enjoyed a good ME'NAGE TWA! Its a lot of men's fantasy. Women are starting to enjoy the fun too! I have ADD. I need several things going at once. A little 69 THREE ways! Now that's WHATS UP! There is ONE trick though? You have to find the RIGHT woman. You can't just roll up on someone and say "hey how'd you like to get down with me and my girl"? You have to be tactful, discreet. The wrong woman might not get the hint. She might just like HANGING with you and your boo!

I was dating this really fine FREAK. She was always telling me how she had never had a threesome. I was happy to accomodate. I had been with two women before. That was back in the day. I was almost 35.  I didn't know any women who was in to that. She told me she might have the right chick.  I was like BET, set it up!  We met at a club. She was cute. Body was nice. I could see the three of us getting it in. My girl was definitely feeling her. They were dancing all sexy together. After a few drinks, I was ready to leave. We got back to the crib. We decided to light up a little MARY JANE. Get everybody real nice. The clothes came off nice and slow. Everybody was touching and kissing. It was about to go DOWN! They requested some whip cream.  I only stepped away for a SECOND. When I got back, I couldn't believe what I saw. My girl was giving HER head? I guess we didn't discuss the RULES. You SUCK me. SHE licks you. Maybe the rules have changed?    Still Single

YOU SURE WE'RE DOING IT......

RIGHT? We all had to start some where. I was proud to be a virgin. Most of my friends had already done it. I wanted something different. The boy that would get my goods, would know he got a PRIZE. HE would make that moment MAGICAL. I prepared for my night. I watched movies and a little PORN. It was still very confusing. I had so many questions. Like, where did IT actually go?

I met him through a friend. I was 17. He was older. I was still a virgin. He said he wasn't. We spent long nights on the phone. He gave me that feeling. When he talked, I always felt butterflies. He was all that I could think about. We hung out a few times. I told my friends he was the ONE. I decided to give him my goodies. I was scared and anxious. I wanted to have sex with him so bad. I knew it would hurt. I thought I would feel more MATURE. Afterwards, I just felt weird. I couldn't sit down. I told my best friend. She hadn't had sex either. I told her how we did it. She said its not suppose to feel that way. I decided to ask my other girlfriend. She had done it PLENTY of times. She asked what position. I told her DOGGY STYLE. She said that's normal. I'll get used to it. I was relieved. "I was scared to take a shit". She asked me why. "Because my BUTT still hurt"! "YOUR BUTT"?!    Still Single

BUT TELL ME......WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE MY......

COUSIN?! Should it matter? If he had cheated with the waitress. If he had cheated with a co-worker. His child's mother. Shit, even if she was WHITE. I could handle it. Every relationship has a line. And YOU just crossed it.

Money was tight. He was working two jobs. I was trying to finish school. We made the best of what we had. We both came from big families. Once a month was game night. We had the games. Our family brought the food and drinks. My cousins always had man DRAMA.They would tell me how lucky I was. I THOUGHT I was too. He told me he had to work late. It was starting to become a pattern. He'd cheated on me before. He said he was stressed. We talked. I gave him a second chance. I wasn't exactly an angel. I needed to know was he cheating again. I told my cousin what I was thinking. She said I was tripping. Something just felt wrong. When he left his phone on the counter, I checked his call log.  His last few calls was from "JOE"? I decided to call  from my phone. I guess I didn't recognize the number. I had it saved under a different name, MY COUSINS.
Still Single

HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED SEEING A ....

THERAPIST? Crazy is such a broad term. "NUTS" is more appropriate. She wasn't foaming at the mouth or anything. I only caught her talking to herself a few times. She claimed it was her daily affirmation? She had a regular job. She lived in a nice community. Her friends SEEMED normal. All I know is if I had a rabbit, it would probably be MISSING.

I slept with her ONE TIME! Yes it was during the snow storm. I made the mistake of "playing house". What was I suppose to do? It was getting late. By morning, it was a blizzard. After that weekend, I moved on. The first time she called, it was cool. Then she started calling EVERYDAY. Usually I try to give the hint. No call back means, GO AWAY. She didn't seem to understand. If I didn't call her back, the texting marathon ensued. I had to tell her to chill out. WRONG MOVE. One night I heard a knock at my door. When I opened the door, there was a note. The note simply said, "I will no longer be contacting you, please know that my feelings are hurt by your actions, I pray that you find what you want". I felt relieved UNTIL I saw the initials G C carved in my car door. I haven't watched FATAL ATTRACTION since.
Still Single.