Well, this is good of a place to start a blog than any. I reasoned it would get your attention and dig right into the dirty and dark part of most of our relationships with our lovers. Like it or not, your lover may be cheating on you just as my suspicions lead me to believe that I am being duped. You can deny it like many of my fellow damaged goods buddies are doing, ignore it because you are too embarrassed to face the chalupas thrown in your face, or your can do what I am doing…fight like hell to uncover the truth. The questions is: What will I do when I learn that there is the “Other Woman”, that my husband is burying his Bone in someone else’s garden? DO I RUN OVER AND BEAT THE BITCH DOWN and POUR HOT OATMEAL ON HIS BALLS WHEN HE IS SLEEPING? It's funny now, and of course I am just kidding, but boy it felt good thinking about it for a moment. That’s where you all come in. Here is when I need you to shoulder me through this. Hopefully, we can weather it together.
I am not suffering from the beauty thing. Perhaps many of you are. Not me, girlfriend. I happen to think I can give Jessica Alba a run for her money. No, seriously. But, captivating looks never kept a lover around. Ask Halle what happened when David Justice went snooping around looking for more prey, as if he didn’t have the most gorgeous feline in the world sharing a bed with him. However, I do suffer from the self-esteem issue which has been with me since I knew myself. Besides, my man is leaving all the makings of a cheating man behind. Work is getting longer, and he is no longer making love to me. Instead he is giving me the two minute, two dollar whore workout. Something is wrong, and I must know who SHE is and why he has lost the flavor for our love, and why now when I am just beginning to feel pretty. I am crying while writing this post, and it’s hard to go on, but I need to do this.
I know this is a tall feat to handle, but I must know the truth. Some of my skeptics would agree that the truth hurts and that “what you DON”T know can’t hurt you”. Well, hogwash! I’m not buying. I want to know. I need to know. Like many others before me have said, this is my ‘closure’.
What are your thoughts? I have an idea on finding the truth, but it would sure help if you chimed in. Post a comment, girlfriends. I need your say. I'm driving myself crazy. All I do is cry. My God, I must look like a mess. Damn, this hurts.
Here’s to empowerment,
Starr
