Something to think about...

"One day, you will wake up and realize how much you care for her.
And she will be waking up next to the man that already knew."

Now, that's deep.

No longer welcome, cuz ya don't know how to act.

So...I got a call the other night, from "the other one". ~sigh~
I'm not quite sure why he just don't leave me the fuck alone.

I told one of my girlfriends, and she was like..
"Girl..you betta get you some of that...he is fine as hell.."

Yeah..fine as hell and a pain in my fucking ass. He is just way too much work
for the little shit he be doing. Yeah, um..basically, he don't do nothing for me that
I can't do for myself. And there are things with him that are just "off limits" anyway.
Who want's to go out like that, even if it's only once in a while.
Well..not me.

I told her the rest of the story about what happened after he called, and she sat there
with a raised eyebrow..."He did WHAT?" she responded.

"Yeah" I said..."That motherfucker almost left out of this bitch dead"

Why do some men think they can just man-handle women?
I don't get it.

So, here's how it went down:

I have not seen "the other one" since about the beginning of July.
I have talked to him on the phone a few times, and he has rang my phone like
he ain't got any sense. To that bullshit, I don't answer.
He called the other night, and wanted to come over. I quickly told him NO.
I am just not feeling him anymore, and as I said..he is way too much work.
Not only that, his baby mama been calling my house because she apparently saw
my number on his bill. ~whatever~
They are not together, and they do not live together.
And why she does this, I have no answer.

I called him out on that shit, telling him to control his baby mama,
or stop calling my fucking number. I prefer that he just stop calling.

We went back and forth about him coming over... and he finally said.."I'm on my way!!"
and hung up the phone. About an hour passed, and I was sure that he was really not coming over, so, I took the dog out for a walk, and came in and got ready for bed.

Just as soon as I turned out all the lights, I heard a quiet knock at the door.
I was about to ignore that shit, but I was pretty mad that he actually showed up,
that I wanted to tell him about himself.

I opened the door, and he pushed past me.
"What's your problem?" he wanted to know.

"I don't have a problem..yet" I answered.
He had his overnight bag. ~huh?~

He went straight to my room and in my bathroom and closed the door.

I followed behind him and said.."You really can't be here..this is not a good idea.."

He snatched open the bathroom door, and said "What the fuck are you talking about?"
He acted seriously confused. Like..he had no idea what I was saying.

"You can't be here. This is a bad idea"....
"I'm not sure what you don't understand about that.."
I am not explaining myself any further than that.
I don't do much explaining these days.

"Okay, then I will leave.." he said. He was pissed. ~Oh well~
I followed him back to the front door, and grabbed a smoke on my way.

He turned around and said.."Awwww..hell naw..I'm not leaving. YET."

I gave him the oh-yes-the-fuck-you-are look. And I pushed past him to open the door,
so he could get the fuck out.

He pushed the door closed. And locked it.

I unlocked the door, and went to turn the knob, and he grabbed my hand.
"I said..I'm not leaving yet!!"
A hot feeling ran thru me, and I recognized it immediately.
It was fear.

I knew what he wanted.
But he wasn't getting it here.
Yeah..dude had to go.

I mean, what?? What the fuck? Who does this kind of shit?
Are you fucking kidding me right now?
So, as a man, what exactly are your options at this point?
Rape? Please. You will never live to see another day.

I finally opened the door and we both went outside.
"Meet me over by my truck" he said. He pointed over in the dark,
and headed in that direction.

Yeah, okay..keep thinking I'm coming over there.
I sad down on the step and lit my cigarette.

It still felt like he had a hold of my wrist, and the thought of that gave me a chill.
Yeah, he had frightened me, but I knew deep down, that he wouldn't do anything
to hurt me. I had never been afraid of him until that moment.

I finished my smoke, and went back inside.
I realized at that moment, that I will never answer my phone again
when he calls. And he will never again set foot in my house.