Broken Silence

A large part of me wanted to call her, talk to her, hear her side of the story. Find out what kinds of bullshit he’d been feeding her, then there was a small part that couldn’t bring myself to admit that what was happening was real. The desperation and hurt in her voice was familiar and I felt for her. I replayed her messages over and over until I couldn’t stomach anymore of the self-inflicted torture.

I guess he thought I’d never find out, about all the women, the lies, the infidelity, the betrayal. But like most men he got comfortable, got sloppy and undoubtedly got his ass busted.

From the beginning the relationship was a game of cat and mouse, I played hard to get mainly because he just wasn’t my type, but after months of a never-ending chase I gave in and decided there was something I liked about him. It wasn’t that he was overally fine or that he was swagged out like Victor Newman from Young and the Restless (as a matter of fact he was none of those things) that finally made me give in, it was the fact that he never asked anything of me and accepted me flaws and all. In knowing that, I relaxed my standards and allowed myself to feel. I just knew that this would be the one. After a short time I settled into my relationship and made one big mistake, I became complacent, I got too relaxed and let my guards down. One of the biggest mistakes a woman can make in any relationship is believing that she is exempt from being betrayed by her man.
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The Side Chick Chronicles~ Part One

I thought this needed to be shared, despite the message I find the information to be useful. This post was adapted from a compilation of conversations and exerpts from other posts. This is part one of a series. Enjoy.

~B~

Let me first say that as a little girl I dreamed of one day becoming  a wife and mother, but isn’t this what all little girls dream? We make Barbie marry Ken and even have  a pretend wedding with the unwilling little boy next door. edward-bella-wedding-barbie-gown-backSo you can imagine my disbelief and hurt when I found out that the man I was in love with was not at all what or who he said he was. I had been in a whirl wind romance for years with a man who had nothing but ill intentions when it came to me and our relationship. He never had any intentions on marrying me and everybody knew it except for me. It has taken me a very long time to come to terms with how things played out. Only recently have I been able to grasp the fact that I was indeed his umm, well how do I say this? Mistress? Side chick? Other woman? Unbeknownst to me I was in fact the ultimate player in this game of hearts. I could have taken my heartbreak and buried my head in the sand, but instead I’ve used it as a lesson learned. Now I am using my living knowledge to educate others. I’m sure I will receive some back lash for condoning or “birthing” if you will “side chicks” but let’s not be coy, infidelity has become the new normal. So for all the side chicks, aspiring side chicks and side chicks who don’t know they’re side chicks this is for you. I encourage the “main chick” to follow my story as well, just as a precautionary measure so you know what you are potentially up against.

Without further ado, I give you; The Ten Commandments:

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