cheating (read: the other woman) has SAVED many a relationship
there comes a point in
if it were a basketball game, the coach would call a timeout, bring the team over and chew their asses out, but alas, there are no timeouts in relationships... supposedly. you can't really say on a thursday night that "i need a break for a few days, i'll call u on monday" and expect not to have to answer a billion and one questions at the time and again when u get back (if the locks aren't changed). enter, for the sake of argument, let's just call her keisha. i work with her, i used to bang her back in the day, i met her at the club one night when i was a lil more than tipsy, she lives across the street, she's your homegirl
.................fast-forward................
by the time i've had my fun and keisha is no longer around, i'm better able to deal with you and your "stuff". my batteries have been re-charged, i found the attention i was craving and the itch has been adequately scratched, i thought she was pregnant and realized that i didn't really wanna risk losing what i had at home, she was crazy too and i'd just rather deal with your craziness than some whole new form of crazy... point is, i still love you and i have a different perspective on our issues, or at least i feel better equipped to tackle them. the fact that you only want sex a couple of times a month isn't as much an issue cause i've been getting served regularly for a while and could use a break.
the bottom line is... we're still together and i'm quite sure that had i not "called a timeout" i wouldn't have been able to deal so in essence, you owe keisha...
now what i won't cover here is the fact that i may be no good in the first place, even if i wasn't a cheater but definitely not now that i am... maybe some other time
was aretha thinking "i'm gonna kill 'em with this one" when she saw that hat in the store???

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