Why do bitches keep trippin? I'm not tryin to stalk someone...I'm not tryin to take someone's man away from them. If the man wants to leave you, then that's his business. AND, if that happens, maybe you need to take a look inside yourself to figure out what you may have done to make him want to leave. I'm not singling out just one person in my life...as there are actually a couple of people that this is happening to.
Oh, yeah...and leave what may have happened in the past in the same spot. It has no business in the present, especially if it happened 15 years ago and has no bearing on your present life. If you want to continue to beat a dead horse, then you need to grow up. If you are unable to do that, then I would suggest psychotherapy, or maybe even becoming a hermit.
I am only out for friends...if something else becomes apparent in the relationship, then we'll figure out what to do with it when it happens. If I feel that pursuing anything further than just friendship is going to jeopardize said friendship, then I'm not gonna go any further.
I know that this blog started out dealing with women who feel the need to trip bc of someone else, but I feel that what I just said about friendship needed to be put in here, also, as I have also been accused of being out for only satisfying my twat. Nope...that's what I have B.O.B. for. Men can come and go throughout the course of your life, but friends, whether they be of the opposite sex or not, are what make the ride bearable. In the meantime, before you start bitchin and trippin, take a look inside yourself and analyze the situation to see if maybe you had something to do with it. If you don't want to do that, then shut the fuck up.
One last word of wisdom...if you're reading this and think that it's about you, well, you may be right, but you may be wrong. The only way to know for sure is to look deep within yourself to figure out what you're doing wrong in your life, and then figure out how to change it. Clear your conscience, and see how much happier your life can be.
