I had the unexpected pleasure of seeing a picture of Her today and, all hating aside, I am not impressed. I can see what it was that drew you to her though (didn’t we always joke about how you love the chickens?) lol From her blunt-blackened lips to her bra-less, saggy breasts, to the blotches on her exposed "cleavage" that heavily resemble smudges of newspaper ink {wash much, bitch? I keed lol} she is all that you desire and more (the rooster haircut was more than even I had bargained for). Being able to put a face to all of the many . . . interesting . . .things you’ve already told me about her has opened my eyes quite a bit.
As much as I hate to play prophet (though a facebook quiz I recently took confirmed that prophesy is my calling) I can see your future clearly. In another year or so, Her will be pregnant with your child (well, this won’t actually be able to be confirmed until the DNA test results are in, but let’s hope for the best, mmkay?) and two years from now you’ll be racking your brain trying to figure out how you got yet another Bonequisha-esque, hoodrat chick pregnant. You’ll be at home with all of your little “chicken nuggets” while Her is out at the club dropping it like it’s hot right next to your first babymom’s (whom I affectionately have dubbed “Chicken Hut”)
Now I understand why you and I could not be. Despite your claims that Chicken Hut’s hoodrat ways came as a shock to you (even tho in the every next breath you told me how she was 14yrs. old drinking 40’s when you met her), I can now see that that is what you like. It’s ok, really. As much as they enjoy it, not every man can handle a real woman. Some men need their woman to be out in the clubs every night, neglecting their kids, flirting with their best friends and taking days off from work so that the can get high. I now understand why our deep discussions on everything from the best rapper dead or alive to gentrification to the state of the black family or our mutual interests in the works of W.E.B Dubois, Karl Marx and Herbert Spencer or us being able to go from homies to lovers to confidants to (respectful) debating opponents was not enough for me to preserve your affections. I can now see why despite my ability to “ride” for you (without you even being my man for most of our time knowing each other) and notwithstanding the fact that my strength was something you have always complimented me on (along with my mothering skills, cooking abilities and oral techniques . . . but I digress). As I was saying, in spite of the fact that you labeled me “The BEST, hands down” in my sexual abilities, today I can clearly see why it was Her that you chose and not I . . . .
You sir, are a pussy.
As much as I hate to play prophet (though a facebook quiz I recently took confirmed that prophesy is my calling) I can see your future clearly. In another year or so, Her will be pregnant with your child (well, this won’t actually be able to be confirmed until the DNA test results are in, but let’s hope for the best, mmkay?) and two years from now you’ll be racking your brain trying to figure out how you got yet another Bonequisha-esque, hoodrat chick pregnant. You’ll be at home with all of your little “chicken nuggets” while Her is out at the club dropping it like it’s hot right next to your first babymom’s (whom I affectionately have dubbed “Chicken Hut”)
Now I understand why you and I could not be. Despite your claims that Chicken Hut’s hoodrat ways came as a shock to you (even tho in the every next breath you told me how she was 14yrs. old drinking 40’s when you met her), I can now see that that is what you like. It’s ok, really. As much as they enjoy it, not every man can handle a real woman. Some men need their woman to be out in the clubs every night, neglecting their kids, flirting with their best friends and taking days off from work so that the can get high. I now understand why our deep discussions on everything from the best rapper dead or alive to gentrification to the state of the black family or our mutual interests in the works of W.E.B Dubois, Karl Marx and Herbert Spencer or us being able to go from homies to lovers to confidants to (respectful) debating opponents was not enough for me to preserve your affections. I can now see why despite my ability to “ride” for you (without you even being my man for most of our time knowing each other) and notwithstanding the fact that my strength was something you have always complimented me on (along with my mothering skills, cooking abilities and oral techniques . . . but I digress). As I was saying, in spite of the fact that you labeled me “The BEST, hands down” in my sexual abilities, today I can clearly see why it was Her that you chose and not I . . . .
You sir, are a pussy.
7 comments:
well..DAMN! :-)
I am secretly hoping you actually send this to him
This is purely for therapy and sanity's sake. Sending it to him would defeat my new purpose in life-refusing to acknowledge his existence. (Though I am tempted!) lol
Damn i wish he read ur blog. This is good...too damn good. lol
Thanks, Suga. lol
I don't know why you're even thinking about this character, Miss Enigma...
From the way you describe him, his judgment process seems out of place. I can see him dragging you down if you stayed with him.
Yet there's something about this that makes me feel like there's more to the story, babe.
Have you ever seen this woman before, Miss Enigma? Would you take him back?
Hi K. Michael, welcome to my blog.
Let me ask u something, have u ever lost someone that you truly loved, trusted and felt a real connection with? Well, if you ever have, then you can understand why I am thinking about him. He and I had years of good before the few months of bad. He has been an integral part of my life for five years. And yes, there are a bunch of things I'm leaving out- like the fact that he was THE only person who I bared my soul to, who I felt really knew the real me since I guard my feelings from most ppl. If you read " I wish I never met him" blog, you may understand this a bit more. He and I shared MANY good, great and wonderful times, but since I now hate his guts, I choose to write only the bad things. lol But, trust that the blogs that I have written regarding my situation with him so far has all of the truth that you would need. In fact, I I’ve only left out the great times. This is mainly because it still hurst too much to even reminisce on the good times, let alone write about them. But I can understand why you believe you are missing a vital piece to the story-hell, I feel the same way. But Mr. Big is the only one that can fill in the gaps as far as that. I’m sure he has his reasons for his decisions- be them right or just fucking dumb. And yes, I see now that his judgment is warped, and what he is capable of. I don’t know if I agree with him “bringing me down” but, yea, that too is always a possibility.
No I have never seen Her in person, only pictures. I can’t really state whether I’d take him back. I do know that it would take a WHOLE lot on his part. But I doubt it- that’s the most honest answer I can give at this time.
On another note, please let me be clear about one thing should you become a regular around these parts: I write what I live - be me right, wrong, or dead ass wrong. So there will not come a time where I leave something out for any reason. I chose to start this blog and I chose to leave it public. This is where I tell the truth. Period.
I thought you'd appreciate that, T! lol
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