James Brown - I Don’t Want Nobody To Give Me Nothing
I had dinner with one of my best female friends a few weeks ago and we caught up on each other’s lives.
Unfortunately, some of our girlfriends were going through it with their men. I was particularly disappointed in one of my girlfriend’s situations because I had known her man for years and was appalled at his recent actions. I can admit that I’m sure there are two sides to that story but it got me thinking about what side I’d take.
Across the board, I have female friends who have been wronged by men that even I (in my super FBI agent type personality studies) had thought were genuinely good men. HOWEVER, across the board, I also have female friends who have, at some point in time, done things outside of a relationship that I thought were questionable.
I know quite a few of “other women”. Meaning that they are consistently doing things with men that are already in supposedly committed relationships.
So, who do I hate?
Do I hate the chick that slept with my friend’s man? Is she the hoe? Or do I look down on some of my friends for their less than honorable decisions?
I have a friend who took my other friend’s man. Now they’re a happy couple, might even get married and have babies soon. I’m happy that she has found love. But I feel guilty for supporting her relationship while my other friend watches the man that she started with, walking off into the sunset with a chick that she thought was her friend.
Whew. I’m getting dizzy.
Once, I was at work and I got a phone call from an unfamiliar number. The conversation went like this:
Her: Hey, how ya doin?
Me: Uhh… I’m doing good. Who is this?
Her: This is - - - - - -’s girlfriend.
Me: Ahh.
Her: You didn’t know he had a girlfriend?
Me: Haha no, I didn’t know that.
Her: Ok. Well… did you sleep with him? Woman to woman. I just wanna know.
Me: I never slept with him. And I don’t care to fight over him.
Her: Oh ok. Well… did you know that he’s married?
Me: O_O uhhh… naw
Her: He’s married to some hoe and got two kids by her. And I’m 8 months pregnant. I don’t care tho, he gon’ pay child support cause he think he slick!
Me: True. Welp. I gotta go back to work so I hope everything works out for y’all.
—click—
Essentially, I was dating a married man, whose pregnant girlfriend called me. I’m not going to recount the lies that this guy told me but I can admit that I liked him.
So here it is: I was the other woman this time. I wasn’t aware that I was in that category until I received that phone call. But as soon as I hung up the phone, I thought that I had the option. In that moment, I could decide what type of woman I wanted to be.
The guy called me, crying. Left me long voice mails stating that the “girlfriend” was crazy and that he had been divorced for years. I was never angry with him. But I had decided that it didn’t matter who was lying. He had placed me into a position where I could no longer defend my interactions with him. Even if I could accept that she was crazy, he had put me in crazy’s path. Crazy had my phone number!
Surprisingly, this woman never raised her voice at me or even conveyed a disrespectful tone. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that she was concerned that I was going to take her side-jawn spot and so she felt compelled to step in and protect it.
Woman to woman, I was honest with her. I hadn’t slept with “her” man. I had only went on three or four dates with him. They were really good dates too. I wonder if, in her mind, I was a hoe. Plotting on her man.
I never spoke to him after that. I feel no anger towards him at all and if I passed him on the street tomorrow, I’d smile and nod. (I’m no good at holding grudges. I associate bitterness with ugliness)
I’m starting to think, we’re all hoes. Men and women. Across the board.
I can’t tell my friends how to live or to stop being hoes. I’ll go crazy! We all come to crossroads in our interactions with the opposite sex where we can ask, “What would a hoe do?”. And sometimes, whatever that hoe would do sounds too appealing to pass up.
Be strong and choose wisely folks.
#Nowplaying Hoe - Jhene Aiko
I be on my bold shit, I be on some bold shit
I be on my own shit, but I ain’t on that bullshit
He know he be needin’ it, & he know that I want it
he know that i want it, but I ain’t on that hoe shit.
I heard this saying a lot when I was growing up and I believe it to be true. Something has gotta be wrong with you if you knowingly harm yourself.
Same goes for relationships.

You ever… given someone another chance? Going against your better judgment? Do you remember the instant that you realized that you had been duped again?
That feeling… It’s almost like the internal pain manifested itself into actual physical heartache. I’ve seen many a man or woman crumble under that deception.
We all want to believe that people are inherently good and are capable of change. Especially when we’ve invested so much time and effort into someone. Sometimes we are wrong. Sometimes people are evil and there’s nothing we can do to change them.
We can’t be mind-readers. However, we can be cautious, smart, and observant.
Everyone can argue that people make mistakes.
I firmly believe that whatever a person thinks of you will guide how they interact with you. So, negatively speaking, here are the misconceptions that lead to outlandish and hurtful behavior:
Can you spot the acceptable explanation?
I can’t. It’s just like dealing with a child after they do something naughty. If you allow them to get away with it, you have created an acceptable behavior and you might never go back.
Don’t waste time dealing with someone who is only able to bring positive things into your life every once in a while. He or she keeps disappointing you? Keeps taking you for granted? Keeps treating you like you aren’t worth shit? Welp. Are you worth shit?
If so, discuss it. Communicate that they aren’t holding up their end of the bargain. If they still continue? Stop wasting your own time and putting yourself in harms way. You are loading their gun for them.
You go ‘head and let that asshole turn you into a bitter, cynical, ugly human being. You’ll carry it around with you and it’ll steal your happiness more and more each day. I for one, don’t want to be friends with a person like that, male or female.
There is nothing I value more than my own self-preservation. A person that I don’t think is worth a damn won’t even get the opportunity to attempt to harm me. No matter if the dick is amazing, if the chemistry is dope, or even if they’re fine as hell. Bad news is bad news and I don’t need that stuff around me. I like smiling out here.
End rant.

“We broke up! I don’t—I don’t know what I’m going to do. I can’t live without him!”
Again, I fully acknowledge that I am slightly colder than most women but I have never understood this notion.
In my opinion, the men that we are in committed relationships with simply enjoying having us around. BUT they are (99% of the time) very certain that they can live without us.
Fuck it, they could live without lots of things that us women think are integral.
Now that 1% (who get swept up in emotion) like my high school sweetheart, do creepy shit. Once he told me that he wanted to get me pregnant so I could never leave him. O_O Ain’t that some shit??
I digress. I think it is important to retain your own amount of happiness when you’re in a relationship. If you learn to depend on your significant other for your own happiness, then when/if you lose that person, you have to start over. You have to relearn that skill.
Your boyfriend or girlfriend shouldn’t be your entire life. They should be an addition to the mostly satisfying lifestyle you led before them. Even in my longest relationship I retained the concept that, although I sincerely loved him, I would be fine without him. Not that it wouldn’t be hard, not that I would be over him tomorrow, not even that it wouldn’t hurt me. But simply, that I know for certain, that I. will. be. fine.
I had retained close ties with my family and friends and by putting them on a pedestal, my addition to my life (my boyfriend) was just that. An addition. With great friends, family, and experiences, there aren’t many moments throughout the day to stop and worry about how I could live without him. I was already doing that.
You can’t forget those things that fulfilled you before this person came into your life. All the times you laughed, smiled, or felt genuine happiness before them are important to remember and uphold during a relationship.
If you spend every waking moment together, only experiencing life together, then you’ll forget those happy moments you used to have.
Ladies: Go get your nails done, go shopping with your girls (or alone), go to a show, spend time with the family, go to museums, take a class, dance, take trips, see the world! Live. Then you’ll come home happy and refreshed. You have to take care of yourself first. An unhappy woman can’t benefit a man, no matter how much she loves him.
Fellas: Go do what y’all men do. (I don’t even know… I don’t really care) And when she gets mad or jealous because of the time you’re spending on yourself, help her understand why it’s important.
“Her attitude bitchy but hey, what can I say?? I love it when I tell a chick to chill and give me space and she can’t cause… there is no greater love” - Blu, No Greater Love
(now my definition of wackness might be different from another woman’s but uhhh whatever. That bed becomes a nightmare)
It pains me to admit that I have had my fair share of wackness. I actually wonder if most women go through this, but in the beginning, my sexual experiences were just awful. Full of wackness. Wackness by my definition: The state of being wack. Having bad or low quality sexual prowess.
Now I’m not promiscuous by any means, I’m actually very selective. I get bored easily so most of the time, when I’m dating someone, they rarely make it to a point where I feel comfortable enough to engage in anything beyond a quick kiss, if that.
Another reason I’m selective is because I have very good instincts when it comes to recognizing wackness. Call it… a life lesson. Here is my list that he might be wack.

Honest hour I suppose….
Sometimes, a young woman gets into a relationship that leaves her scorned. To be fair, this happens to dudes also. But it seems like women more frequently react in a way where they change their approach to new relationships.
We subconsciously decide that the next time… we ain’t takin’ shit from any man. In this case, “shit” means explaining our actions, accepting any type of criticism, or foregoing our dominating roles to let a man…. be a man.
It’s a horrible cycle that I am guilty of partaking in. We are like little kids and once we get away with this behavior… we will take it to new heights. What I mean by this is, we will disrespect the man we are with.
We will talk down to you, belittle you, make decisions without your input, argue until we get our way, make you chase us, etc.
I’m quick to get on my friends case if she is being overtly uncompromising with her man. Us women have a habit of blabbing to our girlfriends when our man is messing up or not doing right by our standards but we rarely tell our friends when our relationship is good. Then we paint a picture of a “ain’t shit” dude when in actuality he isn’t half bad.
I can’t honestly say I’m not guilty of this behavior even now. But I can say that when I meet a dude who simply doesn’t allow me to be dominant… it throws me off my feet. It is hard to admit but sometimes the most independent and dominant woman needs a man to take charge and handle stuff.
For instance, I was setting up a 2nd date with a guy once and midway through the conversation about where we were going and what time we were going to meet up, he stopped me and said, “I’m the man right??” I sat silently for a second. Looking a lot like this —> O_O
Me: Uhhmm, yes?
Him: I am the man. So here is what we are going to do.. I’m gonna drive over to your house at 6 oclock, I’m gonna pick you up, then we are going to go to the movies, then we are going to dinner. Don’t worry about where… I’m handling it.”
Me: ….
Him: and if you MUST bring your purse that’s fine, but you won’t be paying for anything so don’t even offer
Me: …. …. …… …… alright then.
Real talk? I thought that was crazy sexy. He had his grown man on and put me in my place. I was very hype to be his date that night and all that aggressive stuff went out the window.
The day that I realized that men need to do manly things just because, I understood and respected these things more. It’s very similar to how us women need to do girly things that make absolutely no sense to men. Ladies gotta let men be men. If you break him down into a boy… then you’re stuck with that lil punk until your patience wears thin and you leave him bitter and broken for the next woman.
I’m not advocating dudes talking down to women (even tho it does sound a lot like that). But even the nicest dudes have to stand up for themselves. Sometimes you KNOW that you are doing right by the other person, but the other person is just being difficult. Correct that behavior or else accept that you two have fundamental differences and move on.
** You allllready know our discussion inspired this =) Wishing you the best and that things get better.