By: Denise N. Fyffe
You know when he is not the right one from the get go. You just want a piece. Why even bother with something you know is not going to work? For the good times? What happens if there are no good times? Then, you have simply wasted time accumulating more baggage.
“You think I don’t know this?” Nia, muses out aloud. This internal conversation with herself has been going on all morning. “Then what the hell is wrong with me? Well, I think I am either purging or I am going through the teenage experience in my thirties! That has to be it!”
By now, Nia was so jaded from the talk of every man she has met. They all admired her and wanted to be with her but she was simply blinded by how to identify the right one, or type. Admirers circle in abundance, but she was simply tired of the time wasters, ****ers, mother’s boys, flings, liars, idiots or those who think she was even fooled, even for a second.
Inside, is this romantic, delicate fragile spirit that is just waiting on…love? But the last spark plug turned out to be a dud and that creature turned into a player…for a second. OK, maybe for a minute or two or five.
Now, she was here wasting time and accumulating baggage; someone else’s. Well, she hated chemistry and she might as well run her own experiments while she can.
….Stay tuned for more…
By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2014, Denise N. Fyffe
Facing the challenges of a life filled with hurt, depression and suicidal tendencies; the journey towards transformation.