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the best friend.

You decided to let me go, wanted to start “seeing other people”
and I cried for days.
I called you 10 times, trying to change your mind…
but you wouldn’t listen. You ignored my calls.
I guess it was for the best, since you always treated me less.
We argued for too long, and you stopped showing me attention.
Too many nights were spent alone, hugging my pillow.
I caught you too many times flirting with other women.
I found myself checking my phone, just to see if I have service
or if the ringer was off by accident.
No missed calls.
Damn…you really didn’t call.
You were supposed to come back, and tell me it was a mistake.
That you never meant what you said the night before.
That you love me
adore me
miss me
appreciated me.
Appreciation. Let’s talk about that for a moment.
When I changed my hair color, you didn’t notice it.
When I lost 10 pounds, you still complained that I needed to lose more weight.
When I graduated with honors, you felt I wasn’t smart enough.
When I got that raise, you suggested that I was sleeping with my boss.
And when I asked if you ever thought about marrying me…
you said I wasn’t good enough.
I should have left you then
I should have left you sooner than the night you left me.
But all that is done and over with.
I’ve moved on.
And now…2 months later…
you’re on me like white on rice.
All of a sudden, you’re noticing me.
Because I got my legs open…
for your best friend.
When they were closed
and I loved you with all my heart…
you called me thunder thighs.
Now your best friend can get enough of what’s inside these thighs.
Oh, you want to know why I’m fucking him? Sure…I’ll tell you…
it’s because he’s the next best thing to you.
He’s your best friend! That means you’re both alike, you talk alike and you even fuck alike.
But his dick is better.
And now, 2 months later…
now…
NOW…
you’re starting to pay me more attention.
You said that my hair color brings out my eyes more.
You said my ass looks great in these jeans.
You even showed up at my Summa Cum Laude celebration party.
Sent flowers to my job, sending me emails of wedding locations.
They all went ignored.
Please return to sender. With a little pink post-it note on them.
And it stated “I moved on to next. And he’s right beside you.”
When I was a classy little princess, I went unheard.
But now that I’m a tasteless whore, I’m irresistable.
You’re calling me worse names now. Even threatened his life.
It took me having an affair with your best friend
for you to realize how much you love me
but it’s too late now
my stomach’s starting to grow.
And I have no clue who the father is.
My my my, how my phone is ringing off the hook now…

“the best friend” written by chanel.

As you can see, there will always be consequences just when you think a person is gaining. The woman in that poem didn’t conquer. She failed miserably. She failed her morals, self-respect and her life by having sex with her ex-boyfriend’s best friend and bringing in a baby for all the wrong reasons. She was successful in so many ways but not with her relationships. No matter how you dress it up, it’s always wrong to get involved with someone one of your close friends, or family member, used to date. If any of my friends introduce me to a man that they say they have a “crush” on, I would never make any moves on him. Or allow him to do the same to me. It’s trifling and dirty. I am immediately turned off by him because I know how my friend feels about him. I will acknowledge the fact that he’s good looking, as approval, but that’s it. Personally, I don’t think it’s appropriate. So what if he made a pass at you? So what if she always bats her eyes at you and cries on your shoulder. So what if you were drunk. They are off limits. I feel people do things like this to achieve jealousy as a reaction. But little do you know, the friend you’re stabbing in the back will never trust you again. The ex usually ends up feeling betrayed and see you in a different light. Is your reputation worth all that? It’s bad enough you got your ex running around telling people about your relationship. So now he/she can add “slut” to that equation. Would you want your ex best-friend telling everyone “That bitch tried to fuck my man”?

I’ve experienced a friend (more than once) making inappropriate comments about a man I was interested in or went on a date with before. I’ll laughed it off but in the back of my mind, I got my eye on them. If I see a pattern, that’s when I will pull her to the side and tell her how I feel. I think most of us have experienced that. Where your friend’s intentions with someone you have interest in is questionable. I’m not sure what causes these things to happen. I can easily blame it on insecurity or their lack of class and self-respect. One thing I do know for sure is that may be a sign towards the beginning of a doomed friendship.

The only thing I can advise is to take heed and keep your eyes open. If the unthinkable actually do happen, you have all right to let that friend go.

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stop sulking.

I have a friend who has the worse self-esteem I’ve ever encountered. Let’s just call her “Stacy”. We met actually through me dating her brother back in high school and she became part of our little “clique”. Since then, I’ve noticed her struggles with her image (she was slightly overweight), fitting in and being accepted. Often times, she’ll use her brother’s popularity to gain her own popularity. Then there were other times where she will act like a baby. Always want other people to do things for her and pamper her. I figured this was just a faze that eventually she’ll grow out of. Boy was I wrong.

“Stacy” and I lost contact with each other as the years went by, until she moved down here around the same time I did. We still didn’t contact each other until she was in need of assistance. So right there I felt like the only reason she called on me for help is because she had no one else to turn to. Not like she actually cared about me and how I’ve been doing. Nevertheless, I helped her out in any way that I can. She still used her brother’s name for fame & seemed even worse with her baby-like ways. During the time I helped her, she vented about how she has no friends, that she’s bored down here, she doesn’t know where to go to hang out, she can never find dates and blah blah blahhh. So, being that we have history & the outgoing person that I am, whenever I went out mingling, I invited her. Keyword = invited.

Trust me, I’m going somewhere with this….

Every time I invite “Stacy” out, she makes up this excuse as to why she can’t go. Since December, we have been out together a total 4 times. Yes, 4 times. The other 96 times I heard the outrageous excuses. Some of the invites and excuses are as follows:

1) I won tickets to a comedy show with a reserved table. An hour before it was time for me to pick her up, she said she dropped her car keys down the elevator chute. I reminded her that I was driving and she said her house keys were also attached to the car keys. Needless to say, I ended up staying up because it was too short notice to find someone else to go on a work night.
2) I signed us up for this adult gaming event where you can play games like Spades, Hungry Hungry Hippo, Monopoly and etc. with other people in a bar/lounge setting. It’s $10 for each person. The evening of the event, she suddenly had to babysit her niece. So I was assed out $20.
3) We had plans to go to a lounge on a Thursday night where I usually meet nice men at. She agreed to go with me on Monday & talked about it everyday that week. By time Thursday hits, she mysteriously “forgot” and took an enema that afternoon. :straight:

Honestly, I understand things may and can happen. But “Stacy’s” sad ass ain’t fooling me. The first couple of times she flaked out on me I was completely done with her and went a month not speaking to her. Then I felt bad and invited her back out. That time she came. Good. But then I noticed something that night. She’s always sulking or looking droopy whenever we hang out. Almost like she’s depressed. After that night when I asked her what was wrong with her, she then revealed to me that she’s uncomfortable going out because she feels fat, unattractive, and invisible. Especially next to me. What?!?! I kindly reminded her that regardless of what others think of you, or me, YOU have to think beautiful of yourself. Then she goes to say that all the men approach me and they don’t pay her no mind every time we go out and yadda yadda yadda. Are you kidding me? I gave her a little 2 hour prep talk and thought that I boosted her esteem enough to come back out with me. That turned out to be the night she took an “enema” and also the last time I spoke to her.

See, the moral of this story is, no matter how you look, you will be treated how you project yourself. I have seen the UGLIEST women get attention out in public. You want to know why? Because they exude confidence & strength. Regardless what they look like. They smile, laugh, give exceptional conversation and great body language. If you’re all slumped over with a scowl on your face, do you really think men will approach you? They’re going to see you for what you are representing. A miserable depressed being. How can you expect to have a fun, joyous life with people if you’re not out there trying to meet new people and enjoying yourself? Sitting at home all night sulking while your television watches you is not the answer. There have been times where I had no one to come out with me. And guess what? I took my little tail right out to those events, BY MYSELF, and sipped on my Hennessy (courtesy of man 1, 2 and 3) with my pinky finger in the air and was straight OWNING the place. You always need the one pinky finger in the air with an eyebrow raised. Fierceness in motion.

I haven’t spoke to “Stacy” since then because I got tired of her flaky ways. Plus she knows I have a child so she didn’t think once of being considerate towards that fact as well. Wasting my time & money. Need I remind you I was the one that always drove her out of courtesy because her money wasn’t always right. Friends don’t do that to each other. And I’m not guilty for letting her go. Weight off my back and fear off my shoulder having to worry if she’s going to flake out or not.

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