That's What Friends Are For

I had my daily phone call with Wendy this morning and told her about the Corey thing yesterday. To which she said, "Ahh, Trina, Corey got you. I ain't never seen a guy have you like that and HE, got you. AND, once he puts that slam dunk between your legs, you're not gonna know what to do with yourself!" Didn't help.

I couldn't argue, either. All I could say was, "You can't tell, though. And DON'T tell him!" I wasn't gonna bother lying, cuz she was right. And that's why I keep her away from any guy I happen to like. Cuz my best friend, as much as I love her, will toss my ass RIGHT under the bus whenever she can. I'm surprised she didn't tell him that when we went to visit.

Leave it up to her to cut through what my mouth is saying and put everything RIGHT into perpective. When I started telling her the story, she just cut me off, NOT hearing me. She said "He's gonna have you makin' poundcakes and lasagna whenever he WANTS!" Again, didn't help. Whatever.

Well, my cousin Raechelle is having a tough time with her ex-boyfriend, and it's starting to affect me. She called me at 1 a.m., 4 a.m. and 5 a.m. JUST to tell me that her ex got back with his ex. Understandably, I was in a position to WILD OUT. On my cousin AND on her ex. I know there are 3 sides to every story, but I don't care about any of it. As I was telling Wendy this story, she shut me down AGAIN, telling me that no matter what, my cousin needed me and that I had to be there for her cuz I knew what it was like to go through something like that. Hell, TWO of my exes went back to their exes, which caused me to make a vow to never get back with an ex, EVER. They're an ex for a reason, y'know...

But shorty keeps calling me asking for advice. I don't mind that so much, but she's 40 years old. Now forgive me if I'm wrong, but at 40, you pretty much know what you want and who you want to do it with. If a man acts up, if it's a fresh relationship, you drop him and keep it movin' cuz you don't have time for the games. Raechelle was only with this dude for um...3 months. In that 3 months, she dealt with baby mama drama, death threats and was g'd out of a whole lotta money. Now, being on the outside looking in and also being me, I say it was a personal "l" she's gotta take and suck it up. And Wendy agreed with me, but told me I can't tell her that right now, it's too fresh.

The long of the short of it is I wanted to go to B'ham this weekend, but gas is out of control, I'm still waiting for my tags and I just plain don't wanna deal with the drama. She's gonna cry all weekend and just act up and be...a gotdamn female. And I don't do females, as many of you know. I'm cool for a little bit, but then I say exactly what Wendy told me not to. SUCK IT UP. Life's too short to be stressed out over some dude cuz guess what, there are 6 billion people walking this Earth and I'm sure when one won't deal with you, another will be waiting in the wings. That's just how things go and the sooner you come to grips with that, the better off you'll be.

But I have to thank my best friend for being who she is and saying exactly what I needed to hear and I hope that one day someone will say the same about me. People don't come to me for sympathy, they come to me for the truth, they just wish I'd deliver it better. I'm sure with time and seasoning, I'll get better, but until then, it's stone cold reality. You pull no punches with me, I pull no punches with you. As friends we need to be honest and look out for one another, cuz that's what friends are for...