A chick I was involved with just made a post about me in which I will use as the source material for this article…
Let’s hope she doesn’t read this.
Her: “Not me feeling like I took two steps back on my healing journey. So, after five months of no contact, I decided to speak to him. I genuinely thought I was doing the mature thing because he had been going out of his way to help me at work, and I started feeling like maybe I was being petty by not acknowledging him.”
-When a woman is telling you a story about an old situation, understand that she will always frame the narrative in a way that makes her look good consequently causing the guy to look like a jerkoff. Therefore, listen, but never take her side as the whole truth. First off, it was I who went no contact, hell, I didn’t even know it was five months while she over there counting the days and shit. Second, I did not go out of my way to help her. As fate would have it, she dropped some product in a path I already had to travel. Like any decent human being would do, I, along with three other people, helped her out. To her, my assistance was some kind of grand scheme that elevated the plot in her cinematic story, but to me, it was just Tuesday.
-Remember what I told you last week about what it meant when females mention “healing journey”.
Her: “When I walked up to him, I told him, “I’m not trying to rekindle anything. There’s no beef on my end.” We did a fist bump.”
-Women will do the absolute most to passively let you know that you no longer have access to their pussy.
Her: “The crazy part? He didn’t say a word. He just stood there looking shocked like a deer caught in headlights. Honestly, the way I had been riding around acting like I didn’t even know that man needs to be studied.”
-Shaking my mothafucking head.
-Between you and I, I had a surgery not too long ago that has temporarily prohibited me from speaking properly. Therefore, as much as I can, I try not to speak. Thus, the reason why season 5 of our podcast has not been released. So, when she pulled up on me, this is why I didn’t say anything. I never told her any of this because she’s not my woman. The “deer in the headlights” look is misinterpreted. The whole time she was yapping I was thinking, “This girl is so self-absorbed that I might actually get through this whole interaction without having to say shit.”
Her: “After that fist bump, something happened that I wasn’t expecting.”
-Women are so damn dramatic.
Her: “The familiarity of our old dynamic came rushing back, and I caught myself wanting to overextend, to catch up, talk about work, ask questions…just slip right back into old habits.”
-The audacity of her to think I’m that easy.
Her: “Then I literally had to stop myself. “Girl…what are you doing? You’re not trying to go back down this path.” That’s when I realized healing isn’t always a straight line. Sometimes one interaction can pull up feelings you thought you were completely over.”
-She still wants the dick.
Her: “The lesson for me? Don’t overextend. Don’t over-explain. Don’t mistake silence for something you have to fix. Protect your peace, because the right people won’t require you to chase comfort or closure. And if you ever feel like you’ve taken a step backwards, remember this: you can always regain your power.”
-The lesson for you? “Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.” (Napoleon Bonaparte)
