Two years ago, one of my Frat Brothers that I greatly respect said that he had stopped reading my blogs becuz they had become Bitter Black Woman Diatribes. So I focused every blog afterward on being positive and uplifting to my African American Brothers and Sisters.
Fuck all that. I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!!!!!!!
Dudes aint shit but hoes and tricks. They play games and don’t follow through. But you want me to solve all the world’s problems, have a degree, then cook dinner then end the night with your weenis down my thote.
You tell me that I will not be first priority in your life because I won’t be the benefactor that you need. You get mad because I want you to have ambition and drive. You cheat and put me at risk for deadly illness becuz you can’t keep your dick in your pants.
You embarrass me in public and make me feel like a fool in private. You criticize my upbringing and family. You laugh at my attempts to please you. You mock my want to introduce you to new things and people. You take advantage of me at every turn.
But then again, I’m dumb enough to let you.
Diverted By Mr. Big Dick and Mr. Great Head and Mr. Cry on My Shoulder and Mr. Nice Car and Mr. Big Man on Campus.
Caught Up in Mr. Lay with Me and Mr. I Just Wanna Talk and Mr. Something’s Missing and Mr. Damn Near Gay.
Following after Mr. Next Time I’ll Do Better and Mr. Lemme Hold $50 and Mr. Leave Your Gas Tank Empty.
So yes, I’m pissed the hell off that I have put up with bullshit for years, and have nothing to show for it but a wonderful Career, Health Benefits, a beautiful home, creative blogs and an extensive music collection of songs about Infidelity and Failed Relationships.
Every time I log on to FB I see pictures of Happy Couples and newborns and pictures of babies with bows and new outfits and Anniversary dates.
Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan Fuck Your Happy.
“I may sound Bitter, I’m a little Bitter
Just a little Bitter, becuz you’re a Quitter.
I’m Salt Lake City, Now I’m Up on out the Picture…….”
I Hope She Cheat On You (Bitter) – Marsha Ambrosius.