I finally understand why women get caught up with abusers. I have had my share in my lifetime (definitely not by choice) but whatever it is what it is. My ex-husband was an abuser and if you know me I’m an abuser myself (to a certain extent). I have a good and bad side (sexual abuse or physical at times). This story tells the truth. Nothing to laugh about, but I truly believe that time heals all problems. So let’s get back to this poor ex-husband of mine that is still not over the breakup. He continues to wonder why I don’t want him back. Dude, I’m disgusted by you (if you know what I know, you would be too). Don’t want it (seriously), don’t want to deal with it and it’s no longer my problem!
Have you ever been in a situation where you fucked up so bad beyond any return of dignity? This has happened a few times in my lifetime. Usually because I was sloppy and messy and didn’t really care about anyone’s feelings. Let me explain….
If you know me, you would know the one thing I love the most is…. being NAKED! YES!!!!! If I could be naked all day long, I would be a very happy camper. But that’s not the world we live in and I don’t see that being acceptable anytime soon. Soooooo what’s the next best thing other than not wearing a bra and underwear? A nude beach of course!
Can men and women actually be friends without someone eventually catching feeling? Seriously though? Does it ever work out that way? In my opinion, I don’t think that’s possible but of course it all depends on the people involved, just never forget that we are all human (well, I have met some aliens in my day), but we are all mostly human. Humans tend to want more at some point either initially or down the line, but someone, either the man or woman, ends up wanting more out of that relationship. Think about it, you become so close with these “friends with benefits” and you end up getting sucked in somehow. Especially if there is great sexual energy!! Usually it starts out by getting to know them, what they like, what they don’t like, what turns them on/off, etc. These humans start to grow on you...You become comfortable with each other. You make each other laugh/cry/scream, whatever it is, but if they become true friends (ride or die shit), then they begin to accept you for who you are, your choices, your craziness, your flaws and downfalls, and they stick around longer than anticipated. There are many pros and cons to these types of friendships. Do you see how men and women really can’t just be “friends."
I have had many experiences with my own race and nowadays, I would have to give a hard pass to anyone in my race, especially in a serious relationship. OK, OK hear me out first. My father used to own a restaurant for many years and having dealt with them for many years of my life, our characteristics just don’t seem to work well together. As you can tell, I’ve been around the block more often than I can remember (I know that’s pretty bad, but it is what it is at this point) and I blame it all on my daddy issues (LMFAO)! No but seriously, because of that family owned restaurant, I would say I could have filled up a whole “jar of fucks” from the amount of people I got physical with from that place alone. I swear it felt like the girls in our family were being pimped out when we were working there. Dad had a weird way of protecting us...
It’s a lovely feeling having acquaintances in different cities, states and/or countries. As you can probably tell, I enjoy meeting new faces and personalities whether I’m driving, walking or flying to different places of the world. There is so much outside of our small little world where we live and I plan on experiencing them all one day, eventually. The experience of new adventures, new foods, new cultures, new music, new dances and of course new people is fascinating to me. Of course, there is always a goal to get laid by at least one local man or traveler. Not getting laid on a trip makes me cranky and nobody wants me cranky on vacation! It doesn't necessarily have to be strangers all the time, I have traveled with men too (just imagine those stories)... You see, I travel 3-4 times a year (whether in the states or abroad somewhere), but the intention is always to learn something from all these locations. Of course, if I fall in love with a place, I do end up going there more than once (usually not to the same city though).