Happy Independence Day.
Its over now, but in a way, it’s just beginning. I broke up with my boyfriend mentally and am just waiting on the physical meeting to confirm it… I cant really pinpoint a time Ive felt so disrespected by just a minor incident. Well I guess these are multiple minor incidents. I’m really just over the whole “putting my all into an empty vessel.”
What tha fuck kinda gratitude is texting bitches behind my back? When we first went on break (which I declared in august of 2010), I made it clear that I was NOT coming back on a bf/gf-title level until he had 2 of the 3: Job, Car, School. Those arent horrible things to ask of someone you are dating. Definately not much to ask of someone you love.
So the first 6 months of our break seemed to prove its use. I focused on me more, I gave less of a fuck about him and his whereabouts, and I got a good chunk of my peace of mind back. Somewhere in that break and in his cryin on the phone about how much he missed me, I fell back into the scheme of things. That’s probably on me.
But regardless of how great we were doing, how secure everything felt, how much “better” we were doing, there was no going back on my 2 out of 3 rule. I wanted to stay true to that. And at one point when I decided that it didnt matter since we were actin back like bf n gf, he tells me that he wouldnt even not want to live up to that…It was a necessary standard/boundary put in place for a reason, and he wanted to “make me proud’. Riiight.
Well im proud right now, but its not of his ass. Im proud of me. You textin bitches good morning messages and shyt like “i love to make you smile. nothin much more I’d rather see…” Is that so, nigga?
Well lets see if there’s anything else you love to see that you won’t be seeing anymore… I hope it was worth it. No really, at least LIKE these hoes. Go on dates! Build something. U sacrificed me for it so at least get more than ass out tha deal (unless ya standards stop at ass, then by all means, no longer my concern…)
Unless u tryna come back, in which case, a SMART nigga would try to improve on himself and come CORRECT….but why do I even want you to want that? My b. Do you, pimp.
And as much as I love him and feel like bein wit tha same person for 5 years should not necessarily be ended over small issues, DISRESPECT can not be tolerated. It is not somethin I consider to be minor.
What’s the point of respecting me if you disrespect me behind my back? At least have some balls about it. I honestly feel like he’s lucky I even wanna keep contact with him…guess thats to be determined, anyway.
Everyone seems like love is failing on them… Like the obstacles are overpowering the purpose. I didnt even know my obstacles were there…. Apparently they are tho. And they send pix. Ugly ones. In dirty bathroom mirrors and dimly lit bedrooms.
I don’t wanna cry about this anymore. Once was enough. And a couple tears here and there of course.
And if a pity party will be hosted in the near future, I wont be attending. I’m good, really. It hurts and of course the days go defiantly slow when you want them to just move the hell on to the day where waking up doesnt feel like theres an empty hole in your stomach…. Soon enough tho.
Maybe someone out there is getting over an empty hole in his stomach so he can be better for the next person, who may happen to be me. I’ve always been realistic. I’ve always believed in love. And ironically, those ideologies conflict.
“The only thing constant in life is change.”
Well, u bring on the constant. I’ll bring the change.



























