Sunday Morning Blues

I am so hurt.

On the way from Chuckie Cheese my phone rang and it was a Miami number that I didn’t recognize. I sent it to voice mail. It called again. I sent it to voice mail again, assuming that it was some random dude from my past. When it called back a third time I had to answer just to tell the person, “I’m busy.”

It was my sister.

“Why are you not answering my call?” she asked.

“Why are you calling from some weird number?”

“Because Danny [her husband] took my phone.”

“Why?”

“He said he’s leaving me. He poured baby oil all over our wedding pictures, tore up our marriage certificate and went in my purse and broke all of my credit cards, stole my phone and said he was leaving me by the end of the week.”

My body went numb.

I knew they had been having issues. She shared some of them with me. He had said he didn’t want to be married anymore. He didn’t want to go to church anymore. He wanted to hang out with his friends and do his own thing.

The problem is; my sister put up with a lot of shit from this man. She took care of him. She fed and clothed him. Encouraged him. She paid for the wedding by herself. She went against everyone who knows her because we ALL told her that he was an immature free loader but she said she was his friend and she loved him unconditionally. Now look at this.

And I have two friends getting married this year.

How sad for them.

Sometimes I think women need to wake up and realize that having a man by your side is not what completes you. Tamara challenged me before I left Atlanta, “Give me ONE example of a man who does right. ONE! If you do that I will believe that there could be a man who could contribute positivity into my life.”

I couldn’t.

She couldn’t.

I woke up with my sister on my mind. Then I thought about Mimi who went through the same thing.

Then I thought about how I’m glad I told JB never to call me again.

He’ll never reel me in like those guys did to my friends.

He’ll never hurt me like that.

Never.

I kinda liked him though.

I am so hurt.