So last night I had a good old time. I was inspired by all things 80s, so I dressed up in my best attempt to look 80s ish...(equippped with a pair of Jordache Jeans). I went to Atlanta's only non-pretentious sweat box club...and sweat it out like the energizer bunny. Thanks Mimi for a much needed night!
Upon first meeting me, one might come up with all sorts of assumptions. But when it comes down to it...I just like to dance. lol. And dance is what I did. I believe that instead of Mozart, my mom out headphones blasting Cool and the Gang on her stomach when I was still in the womb.
When the night came to a close, I do what anybody does and checks their phone. The ex sent some hate text messages and rather than ignoring them and going home, I pulled off of the highway and went back and forth with him via text for a moment or two.
And what it boils down to - I was in the wrong for my actions...despite the fact that when I did something a lil' less upstanding...we were NOT together. There was absolutely no commitment between us. So I do what I do, because I'm a grown @ss woman. But he fails to see how his constant rejection of me over a 7 month period was just as jarring to me. At the time that I needed him the most, he was no where to be found, and this is all of a month after him telling me that he was going to propose to me. I hate it how men disregard their actions and don't find any wrong in 1) telling a woman you love her, but not enough 2) providing false hope, talk about marriage, babies and the like one week and then about four weeks later stripping her of that. That shit is fucked UP. Anyway you slice it.
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