No time to waste, No time to linger

No time to waste

I had a random conversation today, with a brotha going through somethings that seem to be a constant reoccurring theme, that I seem to keep, no matter how I try to avoid it, I just keep running into. Namely crazy ass women, on that get reveal, just how crazy they are, when the relationship breaks down. Just bat shit crazy chics just trying to hang around like a bad smell, doing their best to fuck with the mental state of a grown man. Myself personally, I’ve seen everything from burn up clothing, lame self-inflicted blows, then call the police, the “thug relative” calling the phone with stern “warnings” to the classic hilarious attempts at “you owe me, I’m going to make you pay” financial extortion.

Now I’ve spoken to a few women who offer their knowledge to say this is how a lot of women deal with hurt. They want to somehow make the man feel the same pain, because in their mind, he just moved on and did the worst to them. But I asked why the bat shit craziness, almost child tantrum like shit, yet some woman are quick to call on the maturity level of a man. Answer, that’s just how we are when we can’t quite express what we really want, for fear of embarrassment or even more rejection and just lash out.

Now unfortunately for this dude, kids are involved, he’s built up an attachment that goes both ways. But…. one a midday sun type of bright coincidence, fortunately the kids are not his and I don’t mean to be heartless and shit, but the memory and attachment of a kids fades and is quickly replaced by mommy next squeeze… So my advice was , look boss, the relationship is done, it’s not working, you’re clearly unhappy and she clearly is not the woman you met and you are finding that out now and she is turning into a witch with a capital B…. so my advice: No time to waste

“Beres the B…. Human female!!!”