Do I Look Like Pete Or Repeat?

Sir, once was more than enough.

Here’s something I’ve learned over the years from all of these lame ass excuses for men I’ve dated…if they didn’t know how to treat you the first time around, you can bet your ass they aren’t going to be any better at it any of the subsequent times.

You can take him back once, you can take him back 17 times, the end result is always going to be the same, sis.

Some dudes just legitimately don’t know how to fucking act. You can’t teach them a damned thing. I’m talking about, treats, rolled up newspapers, your slipper, time out, nothing is going to train these dudes.

You’re just wasting your time trying to housebreak something that should be rehomed.

So, do that.

Rehome his bitch ass.

I don’t care where you send him. His momma’s, his babymomma’s, his cousin Cassandra, his manager down to the shop, the microtel off the interstate. Anywhere but your sofa, sis.

That’s where he needs to be.

I have a homegirl who has been on and off with her baby’s father since I was married to my second husband. Some years, this clown shit she’s been entertaining. He’s cheated on her more times than we could catch him, had this girl looking like a fucking fool in public.

Disgusting.

Every time, though, she takes him back. Every time, his behavior is worse, and sooner than the time before.

He barely gets his raggedy ass through the door frame before he starts his shit now, and it makes me a type of angry that could put me in handcuffs before it’s all over.

Payday, you won’t see his bitch ass until he’s counting singles out of his pants pockets. Dragging ass in looking for something to eat and a place to lay up, like his kids don’t live in this fucking house.

He’ll continue to do this shit, and more, because she allows it. And that, Bitchfaces, is the fucking root cause of the issue.

They’re only going to treat you how you allow them to treat you. If you keep taking it, they’re going to continue to deliver worse.

Now, if it’s me, I’ll just wait until he goes to sleep and smother his stupid ass. However, it isn’t me, and she’s real funny acting about me murdering that piece of trash.

I know.

I don’t understand it, either, but it’s her fucking lack of a life, so I let her live it.

I just sit back, look at him like he is speaking a foreign language when he tries to address me, and leave when he doesn’t get the message and tries to address me a second time.

Stupid ass.

I could continue to waste my breath about it, but I have better shit to do. It’s a pointless exercise when someone is in a cycle of this nature. They don’t leave the hamster wheel because they enjoy the running, it seems.

When they finally grow exhausted of the pointless sprinting, they’ll hop off the ride.

If they don’t, they either love the wheel, or they’re too dumb to operate a brake.

You just have to let them run it off.

-Q