The Single Life

I always hear people saying that they’re tired of the single life and that they want a boyfriend/girlfriend or what not. Well sometimes being single is the best thing for some. Like me, I’m not single but lately I’ve been wondering would I be going through these life changes, insecurities and this lack of trust I have with someone if I was? I highly doubt that I would. As I sit, think, wonder, observe, and put things together. I’m finding out more from my significant other without me opening my mouth. Most of it is negative but there’s no point in me even discussing that. Okay yesterday he leaves, doesn’t call, message nothing. Don’t let me know he’s okay, nothing. I got a call from my grandmother that evening and she needed someone to watch the house while she go to the hospital with the Uncle sense everyone else in the house was out. I couldn’t even go cause it was late but if It wasn’t I could of walked. He has my bus pass and he couldn’t even have the common courtesy to call and tell me anything.

He’s getting a little too damned comfortable in this relationship. Meaning his true form is showing. Its not like it was that much covered but shit I didn’t notice before; I’m catching on to. He got one more time to whatever me and I’m going to snap. He contradicts the fuck out of himself. He ask a question then when he gets an answer he didn’t/don’t want to hear he says whatever like he shouldn’t of asked or didn’t want to know in the first damned place. I’ve never been angry at any of my significant others every other damned day. Like I said in my other blog, this relationship is more stress than its worth. Day after day I’m finding less and less things that’s keeping me around. I’m just waiting on that last leaf to make its way to the ground. That last straw, that last drop; that last breath. I don’t know if I would snap or just leave. Its coming down to the point it wouldn’t even be a point in me even getting angry or even saying anything when it doesn’t mean squat TO him.

In a minute all he is going to have is his basketball friends, his best friend, his myspace friends, his CS friends and Y! friends but the girlfriend; is going to be gone. She might go back on her promise and not even be his friend. She might go back on her word and leave him. She just damn well might go back on everything she vowed not to do for the sake of her blood pressure.

Its like he think cause he has the title “boyfriend” he gets special treatments and shit. I mean yea the little shit but some shit he just makes me want to release all my anger out and clothesline the shit out of him. He don’t realize I can get angry enough to toss his ass. I don’t never remember much or know where the strength come from but someone usually gets hurt when I’m that angry. I hate bottling shit up, I hate repeating myself, I hate going through this shit over and over, I’m almost hate caring cause all it looks like to me is him getting a free ride. Well since he like living in filth; he like the way his home looked before I came around. Well that’s how its gone be. I’m not gone pick up after him at all. I’m going to let him be on his daily scheduled routine; like I’m not around or something. I’m going to act invisible most of the time. This living arrangement is only temporary.

SOON as I get me a damn job and a damned good one I WILL be looking for me a place ASAP. & No he can’t move in or come dirty up my place either. MAN it ain’t even about his capabilities of cleaning or the fact his house if I wasn’t there wouldn’t get/be cleaned. Its the fact he takes advantage of shit.

You know, I’m very random with my blogs, I jump from one topic to another but still is understood. Anyway, this medicine that I’m taking; causes mood swings. But this is NO mood swing. These are bottled feelings that can’t but want to escape, want to be heard, want to be seen, want to be acknowledged. But the man that is the main reason to all the madness is so blind, to the fact that he doesn’t realize he’s blind. He think its easy talking to him, he think its easy discussing shit to him. Everything is one sided cause he got this facade that he has all the answers. I hate that about him. He don’t have all the answers. He don’t know half of which he speak. When I cook, he has a problem with that. That irks the FUCK out of me when someone tell me what to do in the damned kitchen. I’m not kitchen illiterate. I know my way around. Let me move around that bitch to the best of my abilities. Don’t tell me what to put in a pan. Let me do this. You wasn’t in the kitchen when I started don’t try to be in there when I damned there finished. When I do eat, he has a problem with that. He says I play around with my food; I’ve never done that a day in my life. He says I never eat. No you aren’t around me every single moment. The 3-day weekend he was gone, I ate at least 50-60 times. I kept going back and back and forth to the store and to the fridge. I couldn’t stop eating and I haven’t taken my medicine yet. So he thinks he knows me, he thinks he knows my habits. When he only knows what he see’s. Nothing that happens repeatedly, just that one time and he knows right away I do it all the time. Get that bullshit out of here Ced. We have NOT ONCE sat down and told each other our dreams, or even told where and how we grew up face to face.

Haven’t even told you how I got so talented besides looking at shit and being stuck in the house when I was younger. Yea the shit I wrote you but the things you say and do to be is very obvious that you read it with your mind and eyes closed. Maybe you read it but shit you didn’t remember half the shit that was said cause you didn’t read it. I hate wasting my time thinking I’m going to get through to that person only to be let down in the end. I give my all and that isn’t enough. Some no MOST of y’all men of today that sit and chat with face-less people on the net day in day out is forgetting that it’s going to be a day where someone is going to care and be there for you, but y’all just gone push them away cause you let that e-life rub off on you and that’s all the hell you know. Half the time the e-life you’re living is fake and you just so happened to start believing the shit and start acting it out in real life. Whether its calling females bitches or just not being themselves all together.

Another thing, I’ve talked to my ex about all the nudity on this computer. That’s disgusting and rude as fuck to even have that shit right in your face and its also a sign of cheating and worse things to come/happen. Either that person got a problem or he just don’t give a damn about you and think them bitches he’ll never fuck is more worthwhile than the one that’s actually putting up with his bullshit and being there for him. He told me to let him keep e-fucking them face-less bitches miles and miles away. He gone look up and that’s all the hell he gone have.

He is great to be around don’t get me wrong there are some good qualities about him. Or I wouldn’t be sticking around. I’m a sucker for love but I ain’t no damn fool. Its not even about the sex; its pretty obvious I don’t need it in my life. I mean I get the occasional horny-ness but who doesn’t? Anyway, if it were more good qualities to out-weigh the bad qualities, I would be back in love with him but sadly, I’m out of it. I just love him. I’m not in love with him no more. That flame was a year ago. Its sad its going to be 3 yrs and I know less about him than I did 2 yrs ago. People say if you fall out of love, you were never in love to begin with. People fall out of love like a chronic depressed person stops doing things they loved the most.

Also its like he hiding something. My gut is always right and my heart. Every time I think about it; my heart beating fast. So yea he’s hiding something and its bad but he says he not hiding anything but I’m rarely paranoid. I’m rarely not on the money.  & If he don’t just come out with it, this relationship won’t make it to this November and maybe not even that long. My heart is already telling me to throw in the towel on this relationship. Its not anything major that he’s doing that’s causing me to want to break up. Its the same little shit that keeps getting to me.

I know what I like in a man when it comes to a relationship. Just not with him, I don’t know whats keeping me around, I don’t know why I’m bothering myself with him. Not only does my heart tells me about the bad but it has a good side too. I think about down the road I guess. I guess that keeps the relationship going. Plus I can just sit and think about certain things he does or say and I just burst out laughing; damn there in tears.

Its very simple in fact; keeping me happy that is. Just make me laugh and do things with me. The attention my boyfriend gives me half the time isn’t something I want. Usually I end up bruised and or in a choke hold from him wrestling with my ass. I guess beggars can’t be choosers. I’ll get the attention anyway I can I guess.

If I had a dollar for all of the times I thought I’d found the right one

I’d be a billionaire

I could probably ride out and go and buy me one

I wouldn’t mind a dude

That could take my attitude

And take the time to listen

Someone that understands when I need a little space

And when I need attention. All you got to do is come around.