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By CJ King Submitted by hairdiva Date: 2007 Jul 07 Comment on this Work [[2007.07.07.17.59.31287]] |
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We started out slowly, you and I. You thought I put your name on a list to visit me, but I didn't. Anybody could've come. Maybe, like me, they just sensed your need to feel special. It was slow because I don't quickly befriend. And now I know it was slow because you go through "friends" quickly and I sensed that. Funny, I used to think it was I who did this. Maybe I've grown out of it. Maybe you haven't. What I've always known is that your harsh words against ALL others in your life would someday include me. I knew it was a matter of time. Maybe I let SO many things go in the name of prolonging that particular inevitability that it became written. Being disappointed in myself for being there now is my problem. Being that kind of person has been your problem all along. We both know that your mother would be broken in half by what you are doing now, in dating a married man. Breaking up a family. Tell yourself it would be breaking up anyway, friend. The truth is that the child YOU YOURSELF were and the children who now lose their father to your empty arms will be the ones owed something at the end of your day. There will be a price to pay somewhere for this, a bill due. And you will pay it with attitude, not realizing why it's pissing you off so badly, as everything does. Weird. Being unprofessional will come back at you; it already has. I am disappointed that you haven't learned that at least. But I have learned in this not to be too disappointed in myself because I truly am guilty of nothing but giving you the benefit of the doubt. I didn't know you. I don't associate with liars, and drug users. Had I known you were both of these, I would not have called you my friend. So, you've gone through this friendship, representing yourself as you would have me see you. I don't give a shit about your age, but if you would lie to me about that...it's been coming to a close since then. A "strictly business" snafu was simply the straw, and not the one you did your drugs with in our workplace. The one that broke the camel's back, babe. The one that ended us. You dare call me a liar? Check the mirror, sporty, check the mirror. In the meantime, covet and cavort with another woman's husband. Pressure him to divorce. Live in his trailer with him. Believe you are special; he will never do that to you. Live that dream. I won't say I told you so at the end. Because I won't be there to pick up the pieces anymore. |