Secrets-Relationships-Friendships-Lies…

               
My goodness, I haven’t laughed and cryed that much - all at once -in quite some time.  This weekend I watched that Tyler Perry movie, ” Why Did I Get Married?…” and I throughly enjoyed it.  Wasn’t always a fan of T.Perry, but this was not only entertaining but it was and honest and pure reflection- of what so many of us go through in relationships.  I mean I can literally call off at least six friends who’ve gone through mirrored situations, some more extreme than others but a definite mirror when it came to the secrets and lies.

While watching this movie, I couldn’t help but reflect on relationships/friendships of present and past.  

Past- when times were good, they were sweeter than ripe mangos, papaya and guava could ever turn out to be. The passion, the sentual and seductive climactic moments were beyond the stars, past the the moon and right there in the unknown galaxies. 

On the flip side, the bad times, the times when things were so rough you began to question him, yourself, God; the meaning of life, just what the fuck is the true meaning of “love” and everything else you were so certain of just hours or mins before.  When lies were told and uncovered, you wanted revenge, revenge so dire and delighfully tangy - that you’d anihilate his manhood/image infront of his fuckin momma, bootleg/lowdown step daddy, the rest of his family, his boyz and his co-workers ( maybe that was just ME,lol).

But at the end of all that, how do you just let the love go? How does the universe put such a burden on you to let this love you’ve worked at cultivating just up and dissipitate? How are you suppose to do that?

Lies are never easy trials to overcome.

The Present -  So some how you’re able to get over it (mostly) and you opt to make new connections, but here we go again! Men who lie, and I mean lies so vivid they’d convince you water was a dry substance. Men who claim to be single, and then spark up friendships with women and then give you the old cell number and never the house number.  Unavailable during the weekends except for the sporadic “text messages”, then of course there’s the straight to voicemail moments and the neverending excuses of why call backs weren’t made.  God forbid the truth sets them free.

argh…men.  think i’m going to become a one sided lesbian. i’ll receive, i just have major no-No’s in regards to giving.  might rub a boob but that’s where this one-sided lesbian has to draw the line.

T.