Of late I read more Instagram and Facebook post than in the past.
What’s captured my attention the most are the post men create; writing about women they meet that state they haven’t had sex in months.
Other men chime in and remark that those are whores and the woman is a liar. Men forget or simply do not know specifics about women, at least in regards to this woman.
I speak only for me.
I have been in relationship’s that consisted of great sex; however, my significant other can destroy our life in a single moment. How, by lying. Once I’ve been lied to I feel the mote being dug, the foundation for the brick walls being laid.
He has one opportunity to correct it, please do not let it be me asking you why you lied. The sex stops first, then everything else begins to shut off and down. My heart shuts down, my desire to be touched by him shuts down.
I have heard many say, “It’s just sex.” Maybe in your world, but not in mine.
A lie is a violation of my spirit, my intelligence level, my soul. I’ve taken the time to get to know how he thinks what his expectations are, who is mamma is or was. What his view of the world is.
I begin to move out. In the beginning it is not a physical move it is a mental move out. Sure I will provide him with oral sex, because i need time to leave in peace and without physical or more mental harm.
I will not let him touch me. I will say things like, “No baby this is all about you.” Men and that ego, works every time. There was a time when I simply introduced him to my sister Marie, when I realized she was a true bitch in every sense of the definition I used it to my advantage.
When it is time to pack I’m throwing away any and everything that was given to me or I purchased during the relationship. The last thing to go are all panties, bras, and lounging clothing that would remind me of the relationship. I’ve gone as far as to donate all red carpet dresses, shoes, and any gifts, I care less about the cost, the value. Fuck all value is gone and so am I.
I’ve had enough, I’m full from the bull shit. It’s a wrap.
I’ve left serious relationship’s then spent the next year or two single, first to heal myself and second to rid my spirit of his.
I’ve spent five years alone, ten years alone…sex being the furthest thing from my mind.
I was not been in the relationship because I needed him. I was in the relationship because I wanted him.