33 minutes. That’s how long I waited for my bus in the cold and listened to a young lady talking to who seemed to be her ex. Okay…so I was eavesdropping. I’m sorry. It was so bad that I pushed my way to the back of the bus where she was sitting so I could sit next to her! Lmbo! I couldn’t help it; it was like a soap opera. She kept reiterating how she was so much more at ease now that he wasn’t in her life. How although she wasn’t happy/ecstatic all the time, at least, she was not worried about who he was looking at, who he was flirting with, who he was potentially cheating on her with, etc. It seemed like he was trying to convince her that he was faithful and that they should still be together. She was stern while stating that it was over and that she was better off without him. She started off by telling him how he changed over the course of their relationship and how he would have broken up with her had he found “those messages” on her phone from another man. She mentioned how in love with him she was and how he ruined it because she did not trust him at all anymore. I wanted to snatch the phone from her and give him a piece of my mind but that, of course, would probably have been a little rude and uncalled for. I swear, I almost missed my stop because of how engrossed I was in this one sided conversation. I was almost going to follow her home, but that too would have probably been weird, so I jumped off the bus before the bus driver drove off. The funny part was when I got off the bus. I started downloading an update for Pandora on my phone…random…and the FIRST song that played…I mean the very first song that played when the update was downloaded was “Es Mentiroso” by Olga Tañon. OMG! If you don’t know Spanish I could encourage you to learn it…right now…so you can understand the lyrics to this song. I WISH I could have played this song on the bus…to her…or when I, in my imagination snatched the phone from her…I would have played it to him. HA!
It’s interesting how similar so many relationships I hear about now a days are. Actually…it’s quite sad. Good girl meets dude that thinks he is the ish, she falls in love and he ends up breaking her heart (by straying) because he is not ready to settle down. Trust is so important in relationships and once that bond is broken it is sometimes impossible to mend. Who knows, maybe he was always faithful to her, but she doesn’t trust him anymore and it will be very difficult to gain that trust. He will have to work double time to bring her mind to a happy place where she doesn’t have to worry about who that random call was from at 11:42pm, or why he got home an hour later than when he said he would or why this or why not that.
I have realized that when you don’t trust the person you are with, the pain and anguish in your heart and constant roller coaster of tricks your mind plays on you is not healthy. It is much easier to either (a) be alone and stress free or (b) be with someone that brings worry-free / drama-free / happiness into your life. Good luck young lady! Like Hov said…traded in a gold (or in this case rusty imitation) for a Platinum Rolex…and it’s on to the next one. ;)
1 comment:
I loved how you readily fessed up to eavesdropping. Really, who doesn't?
I think its unfair to simply tag guys as the one who cheat. Women cheat too.
People who cheat tend to be insecure. Yet, the fault doesn't totally lie with the cheaters, since their partners are attracted to these insecure people. Yes there is the occasional social path, but that is the exception, not the rule. When infidelity happens, most of the time the other person is aware of what is going on but chooses not to address the situation while saying "They trust the person." Usually its because they know the other person is not 100% happy for one reason or another. We only live once, so the question remains, who do we settle with people who we aren't 100% happy with?
I've know many people who choose unfaithful partners because on a subconscious level, being the victim empowers them; its what they know and are comfortable with. They aren't attracted to the "nice guys" cause they don't have an "edge." They set themselves up for it and complain about it when it happens.
Good art is about whining, pining, and lamenting. When we surround ourselves with a certain type of art, it sometimes because the metric in how we see the world.
Just some thoughts.
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