Saturday, April 28, 2007
When You Don't Trust Your Man...
I wasn’t going to talk about the following due to the fact that I didn’t want to give this woman any of my time nor energy. But since you still live your life in the world of redundancy and immaturity- I’ll put you on blast at your favorite past time-my blog.
A few days ago I was talking to my assistant ending another hard and productive day when I get a phone call on my cell. I noticed the caller id read “restricted”, I only get two calls from restricted numbers: my parent’s house and my homeboy.
So I answer the phone “This is Ms. Confessions…” and I hear a loud click. Instantly I knew someone was playing games. It was rather funny at first because its been awhile since I’ve gotten hung up on while receiving a call. For some strange reason I knew it was my homeboy’s girlfriend calling. Not even sure how I knew that. But he did call and confirmed that my assumption was indeed correct.
I am assuming she gave into her curiosity and wanted to partake yet again in her quest to find some dirt on her man by researching their phone bill. I assume she found my number a few times and for maybe 30 to 40 minutes at a time. Yes, I am talking to your man; but no I am not fucking your man. And no I don’t want your man.
Here we are again in 2007 with you and your wack ass detective work. Now based off history their scenario goes like this:
Girl finds out man is cheating, girl gets mad and wants to fight other girl and cuss out her man. Her man calms her down, tells her the right things, and attempts to be on his best behavior. Girl finds out he’s been creeping yet again… and on and on blah blah…
My advice to you:
Understand and accept your man likes variety (Not meaning with me but in general). He’s been very consistent with this behavior, so why get all stressed out and in a ghetto rage? Especially when we know once everything is all said and done you’ll continue to stay in the relationship…
DON’T BE MAD AT THE PLAYA, BE MAD AT YOUR INABILITY TO PLAY THE GAME!!!