I write these relationship post and I always think about how people are gonna judge me. Call me soft, sensitive, whatever. Then I remember something Jesse told me when I got my first comment of disapproval, “If they ain’t hatin, then you’re doing something wrong.” So with that being said, if you don’t like the relationship posts, don’t read them.
I also took out the comment section to my blog post because they were getting spammed too much. I know the majority of you guys have been messaging me individually with your thoughts. That is the best way for you to leave feedback about my post. I’m going to start making individual post on my social media accounts so it’ll be easier to leave feedback that way.
Last thing before I dive in. I get a lot of inspiration for my post from my friends. So if you guys want me to give you credit for your part in my post let me know and I’ll make it happen.
I’m 24 and I’ve been in 4 serious relationships so far, 2 of which were in college. Don’t know why that fact matters, maybe because I was more “mature”. In those relationships the “L” word was thrown around a lot. Now that I think about it there’s actually 2 versions of love. Let’s break that down real quick.
Friendly Love. Tough coming from a guy right? But ladies, here’s a little secret for y’all. There is a thing called Bro-mance and and it’s thicker then blood…..
Only a few will get the reference.
That’s the thing with me, if I fucks with you, that’s for life. It’s called lifelong friends for a reason. Usually this category of people are the ones you built a bond with. Through sports, school, living together as roommates, and even downtown at the bars. This role isn’t gender specific either. It’s crazy that most people don’t know this but, you can have a relationship with the opposite sex without it being a sexual one. My lady friends that I actually vibe with and have a connection with is a pretty closed group. But this closed group gets me through so much. I personally can’t vent to my boys about love often. There’s an unspoken limit of how much you can talk about relationships with guys.
Quick shot out to the boys because I’ve personally haven’t met somebody with more relationship issues then me.
So it helps to get the opinion from the opposite sex sometimes, try it out. With that being said, Rosie and Tristany have been my rocks for about 3 years now. I to this day still go to them for damn near every relationship concern I have. I love you guys.
Love Love, I HATE it…
That’s exactly where I’m at right now. As a guy whose world revolves around the simple concept of making connections and vibing with people. The thought of being in Love makes me cringe. Even saying it brings back memories when I thought I was happy. Wished I was happy. I decided after my last relationship that Love isn’t something I need in my life right now. Or as Lil Wayne would say, “Love don’t live here.”
“Oh your exes did a number on you huh.”
Shut up, I’m a basket case. Mad props to them for putting up with me for so long. If they handed out Nobel Prizes to females for putting up with the shit men put them through. My last ex would’ve made a 3 Peat for that reward.Dating me is like getting an all day pass to an amusement park, while you have a gut wrenching fear of heights.
That’s the sad part of this whole thing, I’m at the point right now where I see myself as the issue in relationships. I definitely am, but that’s not the main point of today’s post.
Trust me, once we get past the “fake” part of the relationship, it’s all down hill from there. What’s the fake part of the relationship you say?
How can you tell if you’re in the Fake ass phase
Must I go on?
How do you get over something like love? It’s a bitch. I’m sorry but there is no other way to put it. Because you meet someone and you start vibing. As I said multiple times before that’s my thing, that’s what gets me out of bed in the morning. Fresh, new love is addicting. It’s an indescribable high. Y’all spend all day talking and texting. Even when you don’t even like texting that much, you do it for them. They accept everything about you. All your faults and short comings, your goofiness, your laid back non-caring attitude, your passion. Everything. They pick up on your weird sense of humor, they start acting and talking like you.
Long story short, you hand them a book containing everything about you. Everything you’ve gone through and how it affected you. How it molded you into the goober you are today. This book has to be 100 chapters long, with 300 pages separating each chapter. And they sit down in bed right next to you, as you watch them thoughtfully read through each page. Not trying to miss a single detail. They give the occasional giggle, the occasional glance from the book when your eyes lock. You watch them take in all the contents of the book. Once they’re done with the last chapter they shut it, look up at you with tears in their eyes and say, “I love you James, I fucks with you, all of you.” They keep that same exact energy for a over a year. Then something changes, you still have that spark but their flame is fleeting. You try to rekindle it, but it’s too late and its gone.
How do you move on from that? Yeah you can move on from the person, that’s whatever. People come and go. But how do you heal the damage that is done, how do you fill this emptiness in your chest where love used to live? How do you deal with the Aftermath?
The, “I love you James” quote was something I needed to hear towards the end of my relationships. Something I wished I heard but didn’t. Because when the end is near, it’s undeniable. The I love you thing is the only thing that would reassure me. But it never came.
This isn’t me taking shots at my exes or anything. When I was taking notes on this blog topic I had goosebumps. Not because I was reminiscing about my exes. But It was my passion for writing and how I use it as an outlet. With a post like this it doesn’t matter to me if a bunch of people read it or not. This was something that’s been in the back of my mind till earlier tonight. Y’all don’t understand how therapeutic this is for me. I started writing this at 4 in the morning and barely getting done at 6. This is my passion.