When was the last time you rose, victorious, like a phoenix from the ashes?

Anyone can be burned, crushed, consumed. But not everyone chooses to rise. Grace is the air that turns our cinders to ashes and our ashes to wings. Rise. Then rise again.

The Journey Towards a Sexy Me

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Life Update

I'm mad at myself.  When I was a little girl, I swore I would never be that girl.  I swore I would never be that girl who clung to an abusive man.  The mind is strong but the body is weak.  It is amazing what a starving person will drink.  I'm so starved for affections, touch, and the need to be wanted that  I'm willing to drink piss just to get a split second of it.

G treated me like a whore and was a complete and total ass to me.  Not once, in the whole time we saw each other, did he do a single nice thing for me.  I don't know why he contacted me a second time.  He said he wasn't attracted to me and kept harping on bad things about me and things he wanted to change.  I didn't sleep with him, and I'm glad.

Yesterday, I finally put my foot down.  I said hit the road.  I don't want to see you or hear from you again.  Well, that is after he told me that he urged me to not see him anymore.  Really?  You are that cowardly you can't even tell a girl face to face you don't like her and don't want to see her?

Need a remember everyone, HE contacted me - twice - asking to be fuck buddies.  What the hell?  And for someone not attracted to me, without touching him, just being in his presences and him looking at me (fully clothed), he sure manged to pitch a tent pretty quickly.

But that is that.  I am no longer going to think about or talk about G anymore.  I am moving on.


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