So I was on the  phone with my brother till 5 this morning, talking bout everything under  the sun, having one of those talks that goes to the foundation of why  you're who you are.  Then we both realized that we had obligations  within the next couple of hours and took it down.
  I had an  8AM store meeting, running on one hour of sleep, just to hear niggz talk  about the same ish they been bringing up every month since I started  there, give me a break.  
 
But on to the topic @ hand.  Today I  decided, with some subtle encouragement from my brother, that I should  confront "Mr. Big" about the dynamics of our relationship.  He himself  came out of nowhere talking about we would make a good couple and that  he's been thinking about it a lot lately, I would be a good mother, he  wants to have a daughter blah blah yakety yak.  Yet, with all that in  the air, he still treats me like a neutered extra close friend, which to  me, is beyond wack.  We have soooo much history, so many issues that  have been buried in the sands of time, and I don't want to waste any  more of my hourglass pining for him if he wants to continue giving me  the stiff arm.  I mean, someone has to air shit out, why not me?  So I  decided to talk to him about all of these matters when I get off of work  tonight.  So even though I just blogged a few hours back, I wanted to  document this decision just in case I regret it  later.
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