Dating blogger wanted
These last few months have been beyond hard for me. You all don't know what if feels like to have lost the most important person in your life.
You all don't know what it feels like to be in mourning and not be able to share that loss with your family because that family doesn't talk to you.
Because other people's problems are easier to deal with than our own. Because here are the facts: I know as a friend you would have told me to stop f*ck_ng with that person. From: Some Chick Date: 1/18/06Unless you've been playing mind games with a college girl, yes.
But I guess you couldn't see that, since you were that person.... You all don't know what if feels like to have no family to talk to....
I resigned myself to hearing the next thing about her was that she died. I wanted to write about how the when I revisited some of the trying episodes of my past here, the comments from the readers made me feel better. You got me addicted to emails and phone calls now (from you of course). From: Some Chick Date: 1/30/06Good morning Redbone.
But I stopped talking to you years ago, because all you could tell me about when you left was that it wasn't 2.5 years -""I'm getting older. I'm going to die soon." She starts crying."Ma, I would love to have a relationship with you." I don't know if I really meant that, especially since my dad died I resigned myself to never speak to her again. Because you can't admit what happened, then so be it.""It wasn't 2 years. I have a three way phone let's call him and find out.""Ok, lets! It's 4 in the morning.""No right now, because if you don't start telling me what happened this is the last time that we will be speaking.""Not right now.""Ma, good night."This is not the post I wanted to be my return to blogging post.
I'm a strong person because you raised me that way. Because you can't take responsibility for your actions.
The water will rust their circuits and they know it. I wanted to let them know that we often take this sex and dating thing a little too seriously, and I sincerely hope the ironic tone of my columns helped to underscore that point. And I wanted to let you know that we love the women who want that.
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Generally I get these type of stories and messages, before a major holiday or before her birthday. Days when I guess she hope that she can guilt me into calling. Then she starts telling me that I am in a long line of people who don't love her... What better revenge can there be after a break-up than looking better when you see them and thinking, Petty, whatever. Yeah I'll be healthier, I'll lose the grief weight I gained since my dad's death, but most importantly, I'll have my revenge (insert evil laughter here). I'm on my way to the crib anxiously awaiting your response.
I guess there is something that you should know here: My mom is the poster child for self-pity. And if all else fails to draw you to her side of a story, she piles on the guilt. She was raped by the people who my grandmother had left her to be with... My dad had been filling my head with bad stories about her.... Call it if you must, but ain't nothing better than seeing someone you used to date pick up their face off the ground when they see how good you look post break-up. I've got a meeting tomorrow morning at church that I'm certainly not looking forward to.