I’m in a very Bitchie mood today. Like that mood you get in where you are close to the edge and if one person come at you wrong, they are liable to get popped off on. I have no idea why and lord knows I’ve been working on my anger. That alone has made me keep to myself over the past few weeks.  I haven’t been on the scene since last year. Just trying to get my life in order and continue to stay positive. I’ve sat back and reassessed my situation. My circle. My business relationships. My everything… and noticed something wasn’t right. Now it’s time to sort everything out.  I think I was so determined to prove that I could be “something” and I would be “something” last year that I made very bad decisions in my life in terms of my associations.  I didn’t know how to differentiate the good from the bad. Business wise.  The people I chose to share my life with.  The people I chose to love. The people I chose to hurt.
anyway i’m off of that…
I can’t wait until the weekend.
…And I have to say one thing:
When i was 17, I met this guy who was a year older (18). Tall, light/golden complexion, greenish/grey eyes, sandy hair..I’m thinking along the lines of A-Rod in terms of describing his physical appearance.  He was “fine” to me and new in town. I used to walk past his crib every day just to get a glimpse of the cute new guy on the block.  One day I walked by and he decided to say something to me…and we started to hang out after that which led to him becoming my boyfriend. 
The thing about this guy (who I’ll call Jake).  I don’t know what was wrong with me back then but I had no idea how to show my “affection”.  Holding hands wasn’t enough for me as I would always provoke him into a play fight. I wanted to wrestle and be rough. I wanted to jab him in the side with my elbow and punch him in the stomach and for some reason I got enjoyment out of watching him curl over. Looking back…that shit was crazy. I think one day i roughed him up a bit too much and he said sternly “STOP!” his jawline tightened, his eyes turned dark and he looked like he was about to go to war.  Fear came over me for half a second and then I thought “What is he really going to do?”.  I stopped tormenting him for a few days but a week later I was back to the elbowing and small jabs.  One day I accidentally knee’d him in the nuts and before I knew it, I was on the floor being choked out by this guy. His arm was around my neck and he literally didn’t let me go until I was on my last gasp of air. When he realized what had actually happened he blurted out a bunch of “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry” and so on, but damage was done and I took my disoriented butt home.  I never mentioned this to my friends or my mom because I knew they’d be ready to call the cops to come lock his 18 year old ass up… But I also didn’t tell anyone because I knew that I had pushed him to the edge. No, he should have put his hands on me, but I tormented this guy until he exploded.
I never went back to his house and I never talked to him again after that day and since then I made a vow that I would NEVER let a man put his hands on me. Better yet, the minute a man raises his voice, I’m out of there. However I take responsibility of pushing my man too far…
I hope you get what I am trying to say…