May 2009


Mimi and I separated. I needed a week to get a hold of myself, to walk away, to calm my nerves, to allow the reserved due-diligence. I’ve told her many moons ago that she would leave me for someone at her work. Those many nights when she would come home late or not call at all, I knew something was wrong. That’s history. The point is, I needed a week. I was over her in a week. Honestly, we still had contact after we separated but I was being treated like I didn’t matter- it was okay- had to fulfill my promises so hurt me gently. I knew what I was getting into and I enjoyed every moment of it 😉

My friend is going through a break-up and he’s not letting go. Women are disposable like gloves in waste bins. So are men. Women and men are whores I explained to my friend. Both sexes are at fault. Imagining your once loved doing the naughty with else said kills him inside. As for me, I smile inside. I neither care nor think about it. They will repeat the cycle over again, and get sexually ravaged and mentally abused. It’s okay, there are billions of women/men out there, so pick your poison wisely.

Patience is key in this matter. You don’t always win your battles but it’s always in good nature that you sometimes turn the other cheek in feigned ignorance to allow the situation or a dilemma to sway towards your will without notions of frustration.

We may be without frustrations but they always get to us against our will. With frustration comes reserve. With wholesome reserve thus consumes patience.