Tuesday, October 26, 2004

 

Sinister Minister pt. 1 (i need to vent)

Dear blog:
Once upon a time, there was this girl. Aww hell, it was me. Ok. So I met this guy. It was during a time that I was on a relationship hiatus. I had actually been on a relationship hiatus for let’s see…. two or shree years. I’d like to believe it was by choice. It ain't like I'm a boogabear with no future or options. Not many can resist my pretty brown round, sweet smile and pretty brown eyes. Conceited? No...just convinced. Anyway, I was doing well. You know. Faithful booty call partner here and there. I was cool with it all. Anywho, I was introduced to this guy via a family member to remain nameless. He came into my life at a time when I was all gung ho about getting more spiritually in tune with myself. Basically, January 1 – 30 of every year. We met on some “we’re just going to be friends” tip. I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend and he wasn’t looking for a girlfriend….or so I thought. It started off really good. I was diggin’ him ‘cause he was studying Theology. See, I was on this big spiritual kick so I thought he could help a sistah get focused and what not. I wasn’t looking for no religion. Just some spiritual upliftness, so to speak. He had just recently moved to the A and just wanted to make some friends. Great conversation…good company. I was on this big “everybody comes into your life for a reason” kick too. Shoot….I’m still on that kick. BEEN on that kick. Anyway, I believed that he came into my life to help me get on track…spiritually. We developed a profound relationship. Throughout the weeks of meeting him, I started feeling him. You see, our relationship became more than a teacher/student/friend type of thing We were really feelin’ each other. He even took me to his hometown to meet his family. They were giving his grandmother a birthday party. It was a big shebang. His mother even introduced me as her future daughter in law ya’ll. Man…talk about things moving fast. It was crazy. I mean, it was all good. At least it felt good. Man, I guess we both were feeling good on that trip. Literally! Within a week or so of returning to the A, I was expecting a visit from my Aunt Dot. (see entry "Period Woes..."). I’ll be damned if her ass stood me up! Yes, yes ya’ll. I was knocked up. OMG!!!!!! WTF?!? How’d that happen? I mean, (stuttering….) I KNOW how it happened. But damn…. I was having torn feelings. I was 28…wasn’t getting any younger. But…not married….no plans of getting married. I was contemplating relocating and making a career change at the time. Ooowee….what was my daddy gonna say?!? I was preparing myself for a severe tongue lashing. Do I really want to take that walk to the clinic? I still felt guilty… Was it really worth that emotional and physical pain all over again? Naw man…not at all. What's a girl to do? Decisions....decisions. Stay tuned for part 2. It only gets better....or should I say worse? It depends on which way you're looking at it. *sigh*

nda

Comments:
why?.....oh why? have you ended the story at the good part. Hurry up and finish please.
 
Girl you know just how to keep us all coming back. . . great write. . . I'm on the look out for part 2.
 
Brown Sugar How are you going to leave us hanging.
You and the savior still together
 
Ay ya'll...I'm going to finish it today. hee hee I started it last night but dammit...I was exhausted and fell asleep! It was my plan to even finish it now but...work is a'callin! Don't give up on me yet!
 
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