Much like Tag Team, I’m back again. That means all you dumb ass hos in the back row, I hope you can duck duck goose your dumb ass one of those good seats, because Brian said once they’re gone, they’re gone.
This week has been essentially a traipse through hell. However, I’m not going to sit around and sniffle about it. I’m going to adjust my bra straps and get back to the money. I do want to bring something to the table, though, before I do so.
I have a friend, old friend, over 20 years now. There are lots of things about her that I absolutely adore. However, there is one thing about her that has caused several fallouts between us over the years, and I ended up speaking with her this week, only to find nothing has changed.
She’s one of those chics that, the second she gets involved with a dude, doesn’t even have to be a quality dude, just a dude, and suddenly nobody but that dude exists. This is one of my biggest uh-uhs. I absolutely detest that shit. She and I actually just came off of a 5-year run of not speaking because of the last time she pulled this shit.
In my life, there is nobody that comes before my people. No dude, cousin, uncles third wife, ex-boss, new boyfriend, nobody. I’m simply one of those people that are hard-wired to look after my friends before anything else. It’s not ever been up for debate, and I don’t ever foresee it happening.
Yet, this friend of mine, every damned time I give her another opportunity to not behave like a teenage girl who can’t have a boyfriend and friends at the same time, she fails. Miserably. And did so yet again this week.
She’s basically the Fuckgirl in my life.
There’s always some lame ass excuse, some set of this, that, and the third, but ultimately, the story is the same. Some dude. That’s all. That’s all she needs to say and I know the rest of the story already.
With all of the Fuckboy fat trimming I’ve been doing lately, it made me ask myself…when am I throwing in the towel on she and I?
And yet, I seem unable to approach it with the same mindset. I can’t just toss her out to the curb with the recyclables and yesterdays Fuckboys. Something about my loyalty just gives me the “hold the fucking phone, Bitch, that’s your people”, and it seems I always end up letting it slide.
I don’t even bother to tell her the shit hurts my heart anymore, because it’s just a tune that has been played before. She’ll fix it for a day or two, but then it’s the same dumb shit. It’s exactly like being with a Fuckboy. They only care to change it enough to keep them in your good graces, then it’s right back to the same shit.
She and I have a long history, one that predates my relationships with just about anyone else. Yet, I can count on one hand the times I’ve needed her to be there that she’s actually been there. She’s the broad that’s always there when there isn’t a cloud in the sky, but when the storms roll in, she’s gone.
She’s definitely the Fuckgirl in my life.
So, this week, when I heard the same song, saw the same dance, I just waved my Queen Of The Fuckboys wave, and went on about my day.
I’m not wasting my time or my words with it anymore. I’m just adding it to my resume.
I have 2 of those. We have been best friends for 20 years aswell. We all took turns being young and stupid, don't get me wrong. About 5 years ago I found out that they were both doing bad, so I moved them to me. As in into my house with my family, to help them get right. Biiitch.... when I tell you these people used the fuck outta me. They trashed my house, caused fights between my husband and I, and bossed my kids around soo much that the momma bear in me had to finally say enough is enough. Not all loyalty should continue. I gave them literally everything. Some people cant be helped. I'm already someone's momma.