My body count returns back to Zero every month.
It's because as I shed uterine linings, I shed off any sexual activity that might have taken place that month.
Hallelujah
I made a mistake.
Told the person about the mistake and how to fix it.
It was fixed.
That person made the same mistake.
I mentioned it and how to fix it.
They told me that they were right and I was wrong.
I went with the mistake.
This mistake is now haunting us.
Him: I want a virgin wife.
Me: Are you a virgin?
Him: lol, no
Me: You don’t see an issue with that?
Him: No. It’s different for men.
Me: So you want a wife with better self control and yet you still believe you would be qualified to lead?
Him: What?
Me: lol
Unalive me, when I asked him to take he's shoes off in when he walked in the apt, while she stood there and then allowed him to spend the night, in our shared apt.
She'll pretend like she doesn't remember any of this, tho.
Which really forces me to reflect on the fact that the lady I called my best friend for 27 years, secretly hated me.
I should have know back in middle school when she "did" my makeup and turned me into a goth clown. Or the time her guy friend threatening to
*walks into KFC* *pulls gun out*
Two shots into the roof. Everyone starts screaming. I say ‘everyone out!’. ‘Not you’ to the chefs
We walk back to the kitchen. I place the gun on the table, ask for the head chef, roll up my sleeves and we begin reworking the jollof rice recipe