Monday, March 19, 2012

Willing To Try Anything Now...

I mentioned in the last post below that I have a lot on mind and it has been overwhelming.  It's taking me forever to finish the Shallow Hal posts but I have just been so busy thinking about other dumb shyt.

I had researched this, and so last week I finally texted my therapist...

"What do you think about hypnotism?"

And she asked me simply, "For what?"

"Just to help me redirect my thinking and get some things off my mind.  Maybe it will help me focus on goals and help me stop losing stuff. "

Suprisingly she comes back with that she studied hypnosis after grad school and she will do it with me at the next visit.

WOW!  No shyt?

So this week we will give it a try.  I hear that hypnosis has helped people lose weight.  In fact I saw an old acquaintance who I hadn't seen in like six years.  He had lost mad weight and he said he used hypnotism to lose it.  Apparently it worked because he really had lost a lot of weight and looked like a different person.  I mean he still needed to get in shape, but the weight was gone at least.

Hey, so maybe it might work for me.  I would love to forget about Tin Man.  How cool would that be?  I hope that I can stop losing stuff too.  Just to be able to fix either one of these problems would be a blessing. 


Yeah I know, I know.  This hypnotism thing may sound weird but at least I'm trying to work my mind trips out!   This is a start and I give myself credit for wanting to try it out. 

So it is ON!  The therapist and I start this week.  She says I will love it? 

I will????????

Hmmmmm.  I dunno.  At this point I am willing to try anything to be a little happier, and to me I think that's pretty damn cool.  Again it may be weird, but I'm weird myself anyway. 

I just hope she don't make me forget I have this damn blog. 

UPDATE:  She texted me and can see me tonight.  Eeek.  Woo chile.  I hope I can relax and do this?????

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Interview with a Dog: Part V - Who is Miss C?


Well so much for coming back the next day to post. 

My head is spinning today anyways.  I went to the therapist and I think I talked about 10 different things in that 45 minutes.  I told her I was feeling confused about my purpose here on this damn planet.  I really wanted to get into that because I was an emotional wreck last weekend.  It was baaddddd.  I felt like I wanted to die.  End it.  I was tired of thinking.  I wished I could just remove my brain and throw it in the washing machine to wash away all of the sad thoughts I was having.  I asked myself, "Why am I here?" maybe 100 times.  I honestly don't understand my life right now.  I just don't.



I really thought that I was having a breakdown.


I wanted to tell the therapist how I was feeling, but if you say too much they will put you in a mental hospital for evaluation.  I don't want that at all.  So unless I really, really mean it, and I tell her because I secretly want her to prevent me from doing something bad, I ain't saying shyt.  We did chat a little bit about what I thought my life was about though, but strangely she changed the subject.  Instead she jumped to asking was I still seeing Shallow Hal.  I guess she wanted to get an update too?  :/  She does tell me that all of it sounds like a soap area so maybe she wanted to hear the latest installment?  Or....maybe she thought he was the reason why I had that breakdown over the weekend.  But I can honestly say nah on that.  He wasn't the problem.  He didn't even cross my mind during those shitty moments.  Although I still I wasn't quite sure why I continued to correspond with Shallow Hal.  She and I do need to get into that eventually.  Next time I guess.  If I think about it. 

I'm getting off the track here. 

Anyway so where was I?

So Miss Caribbean has pretty much learned by seeing the hospital baby ward bracelet that this other kid Shallow Hal had eluded to was just born.  She herself had another month or so to go with her own pregnancy so learning all of this had to be hard on her.  Shallow Hal tells me that she looks depressed a lot now since she got his baby news, but she still keeps a lot of things to herself.  Maybe she didn't say much because she didn't want to upset herself and cause problems with her pregnancy.  Who knows?    But even though she is keeping things bottled up inside he can tell that something was troubling her. 

And that trouble was HIM.

I couldn't help but to wonder about her.  It all sounded so bad.  I’m sure the night she cried in that bathroom she wondered how maybe she should have asked more questions.  That she should have tried to learn more about the man who she only spoke to on the phone and saw a few times a year.  Did she now just realize that just because she had his first son and was carrying his second, that it didn't ensure that he would be faithful to her when he came back to the USA? 


I can only imagine what she thought about locked in that bathroom that night she learned about his newborn baby.  I bet she felt sick.  She was in a strange place where she doesn’t know the language or the customs.  I asked Shallow Hal did she have family here, and don't you know his azz said HE DIDN'T KNOW????!!!! 

HE.DID.NOT.KNOW.

Like what the f*ck mane?  You impregante this chick twice and bring her here and don't know if she has peeps here or not.  Wow. 

I just had to ask...

"Damn is the p*ssy that good?  You don't seem to know shyt about her?  Her personality.  Nothing."

SH:  "I do know her.  I met her six years ago.  I know who her family is in our country.  And as for the sex, she actually made me wait for the p*ssy.  She wouldn't f*ck me in our town because once you're labeled a whore you never live it down.  She didn't want people to know that she had screwed me and she wouldn't let me touch her.  I had to take her to the Dominican Republic and that's when she finally gave me the azz."

Me:  "Ok but you still didn't answer the question.  Is the p*ssy that good?"

SH:  "I mean it's okay.  She's kinda boring.  She's good with her mouth."

Me:  "Well it must have been good for you to impregnate her twice."

SH: "Nah.  I just wanted at least two kids and I wanted them with the same woman.  That's all it was."

Now to me this sounded real foul.  It was like he was saying, "Might as well plant another seed with her since I got one already?"  Who wants a man to knock you up twice with that kind of mindset?  I guess people think like that when it comes to wanting more than one kid.  I dunno.

Still though I felt kinda bad for her.  This woman held out on the azz and thought she had done everything right.  And I bet that fool told her that he loved her and made her fall even harder.  She probably needed to hear that before graduating to unprotected sex with him.  I guess going to the Dominican Republic made it more beautiful and real to her?  Yeah ok.  I bet as soon as they entered that room and they put their bags down he f*cked her.  I know he did.  There was no romantic dinner or a walk on the beach before making love in the twilight of the Dominican sunset.  He f*cked her IMMEDIATELY, the same way he would have in her village.  Doggy style.  Standing up.  Azz facing him while he said, "You made me wait for this, huh.  You made me wait."  So sorry Miss C, you still got f*cked, it was just in a different place.  I guess it was mostly about people knowing about it with her.

(shrugs shoulders)

It just goes to show you that their are no rules about how long you wait to sex a dude.  None.  I don't give a f*ck what Steve Harvey says in that book.   It ain't no guarantee that he will appreciate you more or think you're the bomb or do right by you.  It's all a dice roll.  The way I see it, making a dude wait only makes YOU feel aiight with giving up the sex.  And ain't nothing wrong with that.  But I can't see where it MAKES a man do anything after y'all hook up????  That's where I think people get it mixed up.  You can't make a man do shyt he don't wanna do, although I'm sure there are exceptions.  :)

With no family here, I guess it's safe to assume that she expected Shallow Hal to be her family.  He was gonna be her end all and be allYou can never do that --- let someone be your world because when they let you down, you fall hard.  Real hard.  I assume she probably felt alone as hell now, but from where she sat was a lot better than where she was sitting a few months ago.  Hell, in her country she probably would be considered lucky even if she was the companion of a cheating muthafucca.  She had one baby by an American and was due to have another.  He had been sending her money and basically supporting her as she cared for their child.  How great was that?  She had positioned herself well I guess, but with that ‘position’ came envy from the other women in their town (or so her paranoid, voodoo thinking self told SH).  She never let the child out of her sight out of fear that he would be kidnapped or that someone would put a spell on him. 

When she got pregnant a second time, Shallow Hal told her that he would bring her here and I bet that she felt like the luckiest woman in the world.  I bet she thought, “Wow, this man really loves me.  I made him wait. I had his baby.  Now I get to live a better life."  I’m sure her family and friends told her that too, “You’re a lucky woman!”, and right before their eyes she probably became more beautiful and smart to them.  Shallow Hal was her prince and she was the princess being taken far away from the poverty that surrounded her.  It all sounded very Cinderella-ish.  A real life Coming to America story.

Did Cinderella feel so lucky now?  She sees that things weren’t gonna be quite the fairytale that she thought it would be.  The prince had another life.  I know she had to ask herself, “How could I be so dumb to think that this man was faithful to me?” 

Yeah girl.  Join the club.

But on the real, part of that Cinderella story would ring to be true.  Shallow Hal did need her --- to stay home and raise the kids that he felt he needed to have because he turned 40.  He needed her to clean and cook.  He don't wanna change diapers; he needs her to do that.  He needed somebody around for some regular azz when he felt the urge, or when he didn’t feel like driving to his sidepiece’s house.  And even though he said she was ‘not that fine’, she was good enough.  Sweet enough.  Timid enough to take his shyt because he was providing everything to her.  And because he was the main provider, Shallow Hal believed he gets a pass to do whatever he wants. 

And he does.



I started to refer to her as Celie.  Shallow Hal didn't like that.  He said that she made him happy and he liked having her around.  His family was 'fun.'  He told me that all the time.  But that didn't stop me from calling it as I saw it though.  Now that I think about it, Mister in The Color Purple liked having Celie around too -- once he got used to her azz.  Shallow Hal only saw part of the movie so he probably doesn't know what I meant anyway.  He probably didn't want to watch it because it reminded him of his azz too much.  I mean who hasn't seen The Color Purple at least four times??? 

Hmmm, maybe he didn't like me trying to say he was like Mister in the movie.  I mean he is not violent or anything, but he is not a very good listener.  He will bark at you too.  If his mind is made up about something, that's pretty much it.  So Miss C kept her mouth shut probably,  because that clock was ticking on that damn spouse visa.  She needed to stay below the radar until she knew what Shallow Hal was gonna do with her.  He said he was honest and always told her that he didn't want to get married.  I believe that's true.  I think that maybe she was just hoping that he just might change his mind though.  If she came over here and was the bomb azz chick how could he not marry her?  If she cooked and cleaned and sexed him even with that big 8 month preggo belly (which she did), showed him what a good woman that she was, and entertained him....he might just change his mind.  I'm sure as hell she thought that.  What woman wouldn't?  She was carrying his second kid and he whisked her away like a princess to his castle.  If he did alla that, of course that meant that he loved her right? 

Wrong.  It wasn't about love.  Shallow Hal ain't trying to pay child support.  He will take care of you, but he don't wanna pay what a court would tell him to pay.  On top of that, Miss C ain't never worked in her life.  I don't know what she knows how to do except raise kids.  If he married her and divorced, he would surely be paying spousal support on top of child support.  He knows that with his cheatin' ways, he didn't want to take the risk of that happening.  So Miss C was just gonna stay in limbo with her status here...at least for now.

Shallow Hal:  "I hate when women say, "But I thought you said you loved me??!" It's so annoying."
Me:  "Well did you?  Did you say that to her?"
Shallow Hal:  "Yeah I did."
Me:  "And you're the one annoyed?  You're buggin."

Shallow Hal doesn't respond.

"Why would you throw the L-word around if you didn't mean it anyway?"
He looks bothered by the question.  I didn't think he would answer me, but he did.
SH:  "I mean I care about her.  I feel obligated to her because she gave me my first kid.  But I don't love her."
Me:  "Then you should not have said that to her.  For real.  You can't be throwing that around at a woman.  Did she said she loved you?"
SH:  "Yeah she did."
Me:  "And she probably said it to you first, and you probably was just saying it back because you knew that's what she wanted to hear.  You gotta stop saying shyt you don't mean."

I don't even know why I was talking to his rock headed azz about this anyway.  It was too late.  That woman hung her hat on his words and thought that this man really meant it.  I always suspected that he was good for saying shyt when he was in the moment.  Hell that fool even told me he loved me.  After maybe knowing me like two months?  No lie.  When I would call him on it and say that he didn't love me and to stop saying that crap, he would just come back and say...

"Well I love you right now."

Really?  I couldn't help but laugh.  The stupid shyt men say sometimes.  You love me right now?  What the fck is that?  Like why even say that dumb shyt?  He would say that to me so many times ---"I love you"---and most often during foreplay or sex.  And when I would blow off his statement he wouldn't give up

SH:  "But you love me don't you?"

Me:  "I love me."

SH:  "Yes you do. You love me don't you?"

Me: "I love my car."

Or I love my new coat.  Or my new wig.  I always gave a dumb answer to a dumb question.  He knew that I knew that he was just on some bullshyt.  And because this exchange always took place with us half naked, it just shoveled more shyt onto what he was saying.  Come on are you for real sweets?  I know I do dumb things, and was probably dumb for dealing with him anyway, but I wasn't that dumb to be falling in love with him.  He was a damn dog.  A self-proclaimed one too, always telling me "I'm a dog with a heart."  Yeah Mr. Charmer.  
Me:  "Well what else happened?"

SH:  "She just kept nagging me about going to New York.  I told her, "Look, I ain't married to you.  When your visa expires you can go back home."


(Dayum. I wasn't even the girl and that hit me like a ton of bricks)

Me:  "You did? And what did she say?"

SH:  "She stood there and started crying."

Me:  "Wow that's pretty mean <Hal>.  Wow."

And just like he always does, he shrugged me off and changed the subject. 

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Interview with a Dog: Part IV - Two Down, One to Go




Shallow Hal:  "Yeah, I know.  I gotta tell this girl."

Uh, that's where I left off right? 

I know I'm dragging with posting but my last post shows that I had some big stuff on my mind.  I have been having some crazy bad thoughts and mind tripping over a lot of things.   I promised myself that this weekend I would post this even though I wrote it last week.  But I think I am about to do some real Spartan shyt.  Ain't about getting no man either.  It's about something else.  So I gotta get this caught up so I can write about my plan.  I'll be back tomorrow.

I promise I will.  Because this is big and time is of the essence.  It could blow up in my face.  It could do nothing at all.  I dunno, but I only get one life and I'm feeling strongly about it.


So back to our regular program.


Shallow Hal:  "Yeah, I know.  I gotta tell this girl."

Over the next few days he talked to me about who he should tell first, but on the real he really didn't know.  It was just all f*cked up because he waited so long.  From where I sat, I didn't see what difference it made anyway.  I mean it would make more sense to tell the woman that he was living with first.  I told him that ideally, he should have told Miss Caribbean BEFORE she got here to the States anyways.  That way she could have decided if she wanted to still come or not.  I also said that he should have told Miss New York when she first announced her pregnancy so she could have decided if she wanted to keep the baby or not.  GIVE THEM CHOICES SHALLOW HAL!!!!  CHOICES!!!  

But he robbed them. 

He was just going along, talking about baby names and what not all the while making like everything is cool when shyt wasn’t cool.  He was having all this baby planning talk KNOWING full well he was in a damn pickle.  But noooooo...he just waits and lets months and months go by, and got babies baking in ovens all over the damn globe.  Not saying shyt.  Letting these women believe all the sugary shyt he spews out of his mouth.  He controlled everything and robbed them of their right to make an informed decision about their futures.  Now they have no choice but to deal with it.  For a long azz time.  And  even though I was sitting on the side, it was affecting me too.  It was just fckd up.  
Then it dawned on me.  I began to learn what Shallow Hal’s style was when it came down to coming clean about something.  When he wants to let you know something, he likes to drop hints.  Like I outlined in my other post, the way I got the scoop about the situation was by putting together the pieces of the puzzles I had collected over time.  Miss New York and Miss Caribbean would eventually have to do the same thing. 

Here’s an example.  One day he called and told me that he told Miss Caribbean (well in his mind he did anyway.)

Shallow Hal:

"We are at home just sitting around playing and talking and what not.  Miss Caribbean and the kid and I are having a good time.  She makes me laugh.  Then I say to my little man, "Hey little man, how would you like to have a little sister or brother?"  Then Miss C says to me surprised, "Oh, you want more than two?"  Then I say, "I already have more than two."  Miss C pauses.  "You already have two?", and I tell her yes.  She stands quiet staring at me.  Then after a few minutes she looks at little man and thinks.  She then asks me if my other kid is older or younger than our toddler.  I just say, "I have another kid."  Miss C just stands and stares at me some more.  Then she asks, "Well what do you plan to do with this woman?"  As I start to answer she stops me.  "Never mind about the other woman, what do you plan to do with me?"  I said, "Who's here with me now?"  And she looks at me, and then goes in the kitchen to finish making dinner.  She says nothing else about it.”

Me:  She didn’t say anything else?  At all?

SH:  “ I dunno, she keeps a lot of stuff to herself I noticed.  She seems like a very private person.  You know, I really don’t even know this girl.  When we went to bed she was tossing and turning the whole night."

Me:  "And that's it?  That's what you call telling her?"

SH:  "Yeah.  And she was just looking at me.  Just looking."

You betta be glad that this voodoo worshipping chick didn't stab you in the back that night Mister Man.  And that was it.  That was how he revealed (or hinted at) that he had another kid. But the key thing with his cryptic response is that he made it sound as if the other kid was already here. 

“I have another kid.” 

A classic play on words which I had come to find out would be the Shallow Hal Way.  He plays professional poker and I think he uses strategies like bluffing and half-truths in his personal life.  At least that’s the way it seems to me.  But then again, it could be the other way around.  He was ALREADY good at bluffing and lying and consequently used those skills to become good at playing poker.  Yeah. That’s probably it.  I doubt you can learn to be a dog from playing cards.

And the funny thing is that when he told me about talking to Miss Caribbean, he was actually sounding RELIEVED!  I mean really? 

Me:  “You call that ‘telling’ her?”
SH: “What do you mean?  What’s wrong with what I said?”

Lawd have mercy.  What a blockhead.  I see now that he's just a six foot tall chicken and he brain washes himself with this logic he has about stuff.  He didn't hardly say shyt about the kid at all.  That’s just the way he is.  He never comes out and tells you anything.  He says just enough --- just enough ---to plant the seed, let you water and fertilize it on your own.  I mean once you figure stuff out he actually might start spilling the beans, but with him you never know. 

So back to the babies.  Miss New York ain't gettin' no better and he tells me that it annoys him to be around her.  He told me she looked bad and she was moping around looking miserable.  He hated being around her.  She is throwing up all the time and telling him that it is his fault that she is sick.  But things are getting more serious by the day, and even though she is only about 7.5 months pregnant, it looks like she might have to deliver early because her pressure is getting dangerously high.  The diagnosis:  preeclampsia.  When she goes to the hospital, she is in constant communication with SH, but strangely, he won't go to see her after the first time she goes there.  Being the martyr that she is, Miss New York is telling him to not come because she knows he is at work. I mean this chick is amazing!  Her blood pressure is 999 over 10 and she is still considering him in that moment.  I said to him that he still should go and see her anyway regardless of what she said.  But he wouldn't go.  No matter what I said.  

Me:  “The girl is sick.  This is her first child and she is probably nervous.  I don’t care if her sister is by her side or not, you need to go see her.”

SH:    "I'll go when I have to go."   

That’s all he would say.  Over and over.  And his azz did not go either.  He just got the updates on what was going on when she called him.  He might have gone over to the hospital the first time she went, but that was it????

Maybe it was because her family was coming there to be with her, and he didn't want to be around them.  Either feelin’ guilty or uncomfortable probably.  He said Miss New York had been criticized by her peeps for getting knocked up without being married or whatever, and they were doggin him out and sayin' he should marry her.  That it was a disgrace that she was having a child out of wedlock.  I think she felt ashamed. 

I dunno.  They can’t put it ALL on him though.  I’m sure she had her legs open voluntarily for him.  He told that in the past that New York would tell him during sex, “If you get me pregnant you’re gonna have to marry me.”  And his reply would always be the same, that he wasn’t the marrying type.  So at least in that regard in didn’t mislead her?  But when Miss New York told him that one of her uncles wanted to have a “talk with him” about his "intentions" about her and their baby, he was fire red mad! 

"Ain't nobody talking to me about shyt!  This is not our country!  That marriage shyt is not required if a woman gets pregnant!  I ain't gettin' married. 

Whatever mane.  Maybe he didn't want to risk running into that uncle at the hospital.  Maybe he was ashamed too? 

(to self)

Ashamed?  Shallow Hal?  Yeah right. 


Then there was his job.  He told his job that he was expecting a kid in December, but not with two women.  Mr. Vice President didn't want that to get around at work that he had two chicks due at the same time.  He couldn't drop the excuse of saying his baby momma was in the hospital because he would have to run that game twice.  They would be like, "Damn, didn't you just have a baby?"  It would raise too many eyebrows.  So he had to pick the girl who he was gonna bounce out of work for, and it was quite obvious that it wasn’t gonna be Miss New York.   Po' thang.  Even still, he should have taken his azz there though.  So any info and updates that SH got about the status of New York and her baby, was all gotten while he sat at his desk at work.  Until the hospital told her to stay off the phone eventually because her blood pressure was just too high.  Then there was silence.  He’s emailing me sounding all annoyed, "I don't know what's going on!"  Um, then why don't you take your azz over there muthafucca?  Instead he just goes home after work and waits to hear from Miss New York.  Like her being in the hospital with blood pressure high as hell and preggo at the same time was just normal shyt. 

Then boom.  That night New York has an emergency C-section and delivers a little girl.  When SH gets the call, it just so happened that it was on a Friday night so no missed work for him.  No explaining to the job why he has to take off or leave early.  Lucky bastard.  He jumps out of bed and tells Miss C, "I gotta go to New York to see my kid."  And he was gone.  He calls me on the phone on the way to the hospital and he sounds pretty happy.  I congratulated him.  He tells me that Miss C texted him and said “Good night.” 


I just thought to myself, "Wow."  I don't know who is sweeter (or more confused) - Miss C with her "Good night"  text when he bolted from the house, or Miss New York telling her boo to keep working and not come to the hospital to see her.  I wasn't saying that type of shyt though.  The only texts I would have been sending would have been, "You betta bring you azz back TO-NIGHT!"  Or "You can stay wherever you going.  Don't even think about coming back here punk."  I guess that's why he is sticking to chicks from his country because he knows how to choose the right prey.  In fact, after the last American woman he dealt with smashed up his car he said he had come to 'appreciate' the women from his country a lot more.  Hmmmm...I wonder why muthafucca?  Cuz you can run over they azzes easier?

And to prove my point ---- he stays in New York for the next two days.  When he returns Miss C is upset because she is 7.5 months pregnant herself and he didn't call once to check on her.  Not once. 

He texts me...

"Miss C is getting more and more frigid.  She texted me saying that she didn't want to know what I was doing because she didn't want to upset herself.  And then she turned the phone off."

And you're surprised?  I told him that he better be glad that frigid is all she is right now.  You just get up, pack a bag, and bounce saying that you need to check on the other kid.  Then you don't call or respond to her texts, and she is supposed to be warm and sunny when you bring your azz back?  Then you stroll in and ain't saying a word about where you been?  What do you expect her to be like?  Sheesh.  Sometimes I think he just delusional.

That first week after his baby girl was hectic of course.  The baby ain’t home because she is preemie who weighed only 4.5 pounds at birth and was a month and a half early.  Shallow Hal is making the visits to the hospital to see his new daughter.  Her being born early actually worked in their favor because they hadn’t bought shyt for the baby anyway.  In seven months they ain’t bought a bottle, diaper, bed….nothing.  I asked why she didn’t have a baby shower seeing that she wasn’t working and was sick.  Hal said she refused.  The chick didn’t want a baby shower because she was too embarrassed and/or too prideful to get ‘handouts’ or whatever for her baby.  Ooookkkkkaaayyyy?  People and their pride turn up at the strangest times.  That leaves it all up to him to get EVERYTHING cuz she didn’t have a friggin’ dime.   So after the hospital visits when the weekend came he stayed over to put together furniture, buy clothes, milk, diapers, etc.  He said Miss New York looked bad.  Really bad.

SH:  “Yo, you know how much money I’m spending?  And New York has the nerve to be picking out shyt like she a fuggin’ queen.  I told her that she looked like shyt too.  She was looking bad and walking all crazy slow when she gets out of the car.  I had to check her.”

I chuckled to myself as he bitched on the phone.  I told him that he better be careful how he talks to her because she was the one he feared would take him to court for child support.  How you gonna holler at the woman and tell her she looked like shyt, but yet you scared she gonna take you for child support?  Dumb.  I guess because he was dishing out all the cash and financing everything Miss New York just swallowed the insults. 

Back on the home front with Miss C, things are getting more tense every time he comes back from his overnights in New York.

Me:  “And you say that as if you’re surprised.”  I had to laugh.

SH does not respond.  Honestly I don't think he was suprised, it's just that NOW he couldn't walk away from it.  I don't think he liked that.  

THEN THE MOMENT OF TRUTH FINALLY CAME FOR MISS C.  One night when he returned home, he took Miss C to the grocery store right after he hit the door.  As they are driving she notices his wrist.  There is a bracelet on it from the hospital.  Clearly it is from the baby ward.

Miss C: "Where you in a hospital somewhere?"
SH looks down and quickly rips the bracelet off his arm.

"Yeah."  

He usually takes it off but forgot this time.  He couldn't lie now. The evidence as to where he has been is right there on his arm.  He says nothing else. 

Strangely, Miss C doesn't say anything else either.  She doesn’t ask anything else.  She just sat quietly in the car and stared at him all the way to the store. 

And this is how Miss C put two and two together.  Shallow Hal had hinted in earlier days that he had another kid, but never answered how old the kid was.  When she saw the hospital bracelet, she finally deduced that the kid was just born.  That meant Shallow Hal didn't have to say a damn thing.  The bracelet did all the talking for him. 

I guess that was a lucky break for Shallow Hal...somewhat.  She wakes him up in the middle of the night to talk about the child.  He didn’t tell me exactly what they talked about, but he did tell me that she started crying and locked herself in the downstairs bathroom.  She stayed in there for hours he said….sitting on the toilet.  Crying miserably.  Eight months pregnant with the second child of a man she is just now making realizations about. 

And she stayed in that bathroom.  Crying and crying.  Until the wee hours of the morning.

Over him.


My heart sank when he told me that.  And I felt so awful.  I really, really did.
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Aight.  So that's two down:  Me and Miss C. 

Miss New York......You're next.

Now it's your turn to be Sherlock Homegirl.

And as for me, why was I still around?  Like I said I wanted to hear the story so I just played the game to get him to talk.  I was so caught up that I wanted to know what was going on, but the whole shyt was messing with my brain at the same time.  I started to tell Kim about it but eventually she didn't want to hear about it anymore.  I mean she would get like ANGRY when I would tell her the stories and yell at me not to tell her another word.  I was talking to the therapist about it, but I only get like 45 minutes to talk to her twice a month.  I had to release it.  To get it off my mind I started to blog about it.  Is it helping?  I think so.  I got a not so pleasant message from a reader on the private email.  I was questioned about my decision as to why I was dealing with Shallow Hal.  Hey, I think I explained that in the first installment regarding this man.  I did write back to that person however and said that I don't write my personal shyt to have to come back and defend it.  I don't write it to entertain other people which was another point  mentioned in that email.  This shyt ain't hardly entertaining.  What's here is real life.  People do a lot of things that may not make sense to someone else.  But this is reality.  My reality.  It's what is going on with me and I ain't fronting like I'm a saint or an angel because I.AM.NOT.  If you wouldn't do what I do, or don't like the way I roll...hey it's all groovy.  I always say that reading this blog is certainly optional.


:)

And that's all I'm gonna say about that. 


Monday, February 20, 2012

Would You Send This?

Would you send this to someone that just shitted on you?  I'm debating if I should.  It could make me look crazy, but after reading this, do you really think I give a fck right now?  I know it's long and I don't care if he reads all of it; just the fact that I sent it might make me feel better?  In a city of 10 million people, I would probably never see him again anyway and who would he tell?  We don't know the same people.  So why not?  Hell, after Whitney Houston died I'm like why keep shyt bottled up?  Life is too short.



As much as I hate to continue my rant, I want to say that I blame myself.  Apparently I have had some warped fixation on your dick and your mouth action and it caused me to give you passes that no other man I have dealt with has gotten in over 10 years.  I usually walk away pretty quickly once I see rigidity in a man, especially men close to 40.  But yanno, if I were you, I would do the same thing that you did to me.  It feels good to think you have power and control over someone.  Mess with their head and say sugary shit and smile to keep them on the hook when you really don’t give a fck.  I do it all the time.  Few people want to be around someone they can walk and fck over like that on a serious tip, and that made me unattractive to you.  I can relate to that 100%.  I have dropped guys that I felt I could walk over myself.  So I blame myself for how I let you treat me. I have no problem saying that, and I will always hate myself for it. 

But…not as much as I hate you though.  You’re a monster. 

I have said that you seem to be an intelligent guy, but you’re dumb at the same time.  Dumb in knowing how to deal with a woman outside of a physical relationship.  Dumb in the game of love, like, friends with benefits.  Just dumb in all facets of dealing with women.  Unless someone has given you a reason Tin Man, a damn good reason, there is nothing to gain from shitting on people. 

But u can’t help it.  You have a personality disorder and are low-functioning when it comes to personal relationships.  A bit of NPD is mixed in there too.  You fail at intimacy.  You fail at openness.  The porn you watch is about objectification and devaluing feelings in women, which is typical of someone who has Narcisstic Personality Disorder.  You make a big deal out of little shit like calling a female because you can’t stand the thought of doing something nice.  You let me contribute money to shit when we went out (my standard test for cheap azzes), even though it was your damn idea to go out.  Totally clueless on how to function on a date.  Punk shit.  You seem to romanticize the time in your life where u seemed to be the most uncaring towards women.  Taking revenge on women’s hearts because of bullshit that happened to you as a teen.  Maybe you felt that your feelings were most protected during this time and you decided to roll with that mindset.  But what have u really gained from that besides a narcissistic attitude?  You think because you are 43 you are a grown azz man, but you have a mentality of a twenty year old.  I have tried to see the positive in you and look past your flaws, but all I see is ugliness now.  Looks fade, and your character has now become your face.   You are the ugliest man I have ever met in my life and I will never, ever forgive you for the way you have acted towards me. 

If your child's mother hates you, I bet it's because you doubted her when she was pregnant and you were a complete asshole to her.  That story about how she didn't tell u she was pregnant but then she resented u bc you moved on doesn't even make sense?  She named the kid after you but yet didn't tell you she was pregnant?  Bullshyt.  You have a temper and probably said the most awful things, ignored her, and let her down to the point where she now has low tolerance for your bullshit.  Maybe she expected you to change after the baby was born, and by time you got the paternity test done the woman was done with you.  How long do you think people will put up with your dickly ways?  Whatever "disdain" and "disgust" you say she shows in her face towards you I'm sure you earned it. 

You will never change.  You’re a true narcissistic asshole and you’re destined for a fkd up life.  What you think is working truly is not.  If women always despise you after dealing with you what does that indicate?  I don’t usually deal with dudes that haven’t been married or without kids because they are usually fkn crazy.  I run from muthafuccas like you honestly.  But I guess I just didn't accept that you could really be THAT awful, and I gave you the benefit of the doubt.  I wanted to believe in you.  I tried putting you in all kinds of boxes trying to make you ‘fit’ somehow in my life.  But you always, always succeed in fcking it up.  What you were was right there in my face, and I just kept entertaining the abuse.  Why the fck did I do that only heaven knows. 

Saturday I couldn't meet anyway and I knew you wouldn't call.  I knew you wouldn't meet me yesterday either.  The same bullshit.  Then you blame the kid’s mom about not contacting me?  WTF?  So ridiculous and laughable.  If you met someone that’s fine but be a man a say that's what's up.  I’d rather you do that than play the passive-aggressive game like some punk.  When we were fkn things went to another level, but clearly the universe didn’t allow a seed to grow because it knew I didn’t deserve a life sentence dealing with you.  Thank goodness I dodged that bullet.  I’m bruised, but I get to say goodbye and never have to talk to you again.  So for that reason alone, I am the luckiest woman in the world.  You just better hope that the woman is not the type that will turn the kid against you.  Now she is in control, and I bet that shit is killing you right now.  Finally, someone has the upper hand on your azz and you gotta stay in line.  Show your azz; you don’t see the kid.  It’s that simple.  Good for her.

Damn I tried.  I tried my hardest NOT to be the Angry Black Woman that men love speaking about.  Like we are just this way for no muthafuccin reason???  But over and over and over again you stomp on me, so how else am I supposed to feel?  So fck the stereotype and congratulations to you for making me ANGRY.  And I am allowed to be that because YOU drove me to this point after 1.5 years of your shyt.  YOU.

I wish I never met you.  You’re the worst thing that has happened to me in a long, long time and you make me sick.  You’re the only man I can say that I have felt this way about and that’s pretty sad because I am a pretty easy going woman.  You are a total and complete zero.  Outside of having some good dyck and mouth action, you were a total WASTE.OF.MY.TIME. 

 
But on the positive, I take this experience as a lesson!  Never again will I let anyone, man or woman, make me feel like shit again.  I’d rather be dead.

You will always be remembered as a crazy, lost, heartless bastard.  MR. TIN MAN.  A special title that you, and you alone, will forever have in my mind. 

Would you send this? Or something like this?

I hope some fellas respond. 

And this is not about Shallow Hal. 

Monday, February 6, 2012

Interview with a Dog: Part III - How Does He Do It?

I went back and read the last excerpt that I wrote.  Whew.  It's nuts to read about it just as much as it is to be actually be in the situation.  This thing with Shallow Hal is liking watching one of those Lifetime movies that scare the shyt out of people.  


I'm gonna break this up into two parts.  I already wrote it out but this post was too long and I think I will scare someone away when they see all the words.  I'll post it later this week. 

Anyway let's continue...

The days pass.  Shallow Hal is telling me about all of his drama with these two babies coming.  In fact, we are always talking about him.  He don't wanna know shyt about anyone else honestly.  All we ever talk about is him and his women, his kids, his job, his shyt. 

But one day I had to ask about me.  I wanted to know why did he need me when his hands were full already?

"If you have two women pregnant and due within days of each other, why in the world were you online looking for other women and corresponding with me?"

"Because Miss Carribean was in her country, and Miss New York lives out on Long Island and I only see her on weekends.  So I needed a Jersey piece during the week."

"You needed a Jersey piece", I repeated robotically.


That was all I could fix my mouth to say as we sped along in his Range Rover.   He needed a Jersey piece?   I'm the Jersey piece.  JP aka Just P*ssy.  Wow, what a title.  I guess I was at a loss for words because had never been around anyone so nonchalant about f*cking around like he did.  In my mind I had already figured that I was around because Miss New York was pregnant and was sick and couldn't and/or wouldn't f*ck, and the other one wasn't here yet from their country.  So that's what he was looking for, some Interim Azz to tide him over until at least Miss Caribean landed to give him some pregnant coochie.  So yep, I was the Seat Filler!  But like I said, I was getting what I wanted and I rolled with the plan.  He has his needs and I had mine.  I guess I could appreciate his honesty, but his blatant, "in your face"  forthrightness with it sometimes knocked me down on the ground.  It was still hard to swallow even though I knew what was going on.  I still would have to pick myself up after hearing alla that honesty.  When I got over the shock and I thought I was steady on my feet again, he would tell me more shyt and even more f*cked up stories from his past that I would just get knocked down again.  

And again. 

And again. 

I guess men are more built to hear this type of doggery, but I try my hardest to not be disgusted by it because I want him to keep talking to me.  And the more I listened to it, I saw how he has really convinced himself and conditioned his mind into thinking that what he does is okay.  He will say stuff like, "It's normal for a man", or "All men from my country do this", or "If I bring more to the table in the relationship I get a pass."  When he makes these statements you can see in his face that he really believes the shyt.  He has explained the wrongness, sneakiness, and low-downess all away and made it sound like normal, everyday shyt.  He even made the statement that all men have been with a prositute at least once in their lives because he has done it.  So it's funny that he will call himself a cheater and a dog, but he will always, always, always says something like ....

"I'm a dog, but I'm a dog with a warm heart." 

Arrogant azz.
And then he smiles at himself every time he says it too.  A sinister, prideful smile as if to credit himself on that fact that even though he will have other women, he is man enough to reveal his shortcomings.  He is the warm-hearted dog that will treat you nicely and buy you things.  He will give you attention and make you feel so fine.  Compliment you up and down and all around.  Make you think that you are the sassiest, finest thang walking this side of the Mississippi.  When he's with you he will wine you, dine you, and say sweet things.  Take you on trips and you never have to pay for anything.  To him, doing all of this 'other' stuff is what gives him the warm heart, but yet sticking his warm d*ck in two or three other chicks at the same time is not being cold.  He has thoroughly brainwashed himself.

I've learned something else too.  Since being around him, Shallow Hal knows how to play the gigilo game.  He knows how to dog you without you feeling like you're actually being dogged.  I guess what I mean is that you won't feel like you are second or third string with him.  He will call you everyday.  He will initiate dates.  He will pay for things without blinking even once about it.  He's not a cheap azz nor does he throw it back in your face what he does for you.  HE GIVES YOU ATTENTION.  And as long as he is doing all of that, with that big sinister grin on his face, women will willingly give up the azz. 

Like I did.

(taps finger on desk and thinks to self)
Ah whatever about me anyways...let's just get back to the story. 

So now that I know about these babies are coming, the 411 on the situation is flowing out of him like a waterfall.  And I'm just listening and asking questions, and thinking about blogging about it everytime he starts talking.  He even asked me once, "Are you writing about me or something?"

Gasp! 

"Nah baby.  I'm just asking questions.  I got better shyt to write about."

(Um, no I don't!  Giggle. )

We are talking about two chicks here so lemme start with the one he was most worried about -- Miss New York.  And funny, he wasn't worried about her finding out that he brought another chick over to the US at the same time he was doing her.  Not at all.  It was more about child support.  Having to pay up for putting his d*ck in the wrong place at the wrong time.  He was just talking about it over and over and over.  He was afraid that she would file for child support in the courts, and given what he makes and the required percentage mandated by the state, he was looking at paying $1700 a month.  He said with his expenses it would crush him, and he already had one broke azz Celie at home.  Miss New York wasn't working because she was throwing up every single day and losing weight.  She wouldn't file for public aid because she didn't want to mess things up with the government in case she wanted to sponsor one of her peeps to come from her country.  Apparently she thought that the government would think that she was a lazy bum if she asked for public assistance.  She worries that when she did get on her feet and asked if she could bring one of her peeps over, she thinks that the government would say, "No mama!  You were pregnant and was getting free shyt, so we ain't bringing no one else over here like you to milk us like you did."  So she wouldn't get public aid.  Ok cool.  Now of course all this sounded utterly ridiculous to me and to Shallow Hal, but that's the way she wanted to roll.  That meant Shallow Hal had to start helping her out when she couldn't work anymore because she was preggo with his kid.   On top of the fact that she was getting cranky and blaming him for her condition all during the pregnancy, he started to get scared about giving up $1700 every month to child support.  So everyday, he's talking about how much he is gonna give her to me.   That's all that's on his mind and he is scared to death of child support court.  More about that another time.

Miss New York's condition is getting worse and worse.  Miss Carribean is here but he still has to go to New York to check in her.  But he calls himself "warning" Miss Caribbean before she got here that he won't be home on weekends.

Me:  "How did you just tell her you won't be around on weekends?  So what did she say to that?"

SH:  "What can she say?"

He is so controlling and hates when I say that to him.  But he is.

Things get worse and Miss New York is getting more and more sick, and she is taken to the emergency room a few times.  SH now has to make some trips over there during the week now in addition to the weekend. 

"And what do you say when you leave suddenly like that?"

SH:  "I say I gotta take care of something in New York and I grab my duffle bag and leave."

"That's it?  And what does she say?"

SH:  "She just stands there staring at me and watches me walk out of the door."

"You seriously just say, "I gotta go" and that's it?"

SH:  "Yeah."

"And when do you come back?"

SH:  "The next evening."

"THE NEXT DAY?   So you're spending the night over there?  In the chick's bed?!!!  And ole girl is 7.5 months pregnant too, with a toddler at home, and can't speak a word of English?  And you leaving her by herself in West Hell?"

SH:  (frustrated)  "I'm not driving all the way back home after going over there.  It's too far."

"Soooooo.  IT's still not cool.  Do you at least say when you will be back?"

Sh:  "Not always."

"But that's crazy!  How you gonna sleep over with Miss New York and then not tell the lady at home that you won't be back that night."

SH:  "She will figure out that I'm not coming back when she sees that I'm bringing an overnight bag with me."

"You have got to be kidding?  Is that how she gets informed?  Through visual f*ckin' props?  So by just seeing you pack this damn duffle bag that's how you tell her?  And then you just leave?"

SH:  "Yeah."

(what a chicken!)

"Um, eventually you gonna have to tell her why you're leaving out like that.  I can't imagine anyone that will keep letting that fly."

SH:  "Yeah, I know.  I gotta tell this girl."

And it really seemed like he wanted to honestly.  I could see it in his face.  He had to.  Shyt was getting crazy because Miss New York was about to pop at any minute.  Lucky for him too, because she was due in the same month as Miss Caribbean at first.  So instead of the SAME month he would have had two kids being born, it will go to like within 45 days of each other now.

I guess that is a little better and less scandalous right???  That's sad to even have to look at it like that.

More later.