Why Am I Here?

Before you begin reading this, let me take a minute to explain. Many people wonder why a woman would act like this and even if she did, why the hell would she write about it? Valid questions. For me, it is because I can. Because I have the choice. I realize the fact that men are players doesn’t make it right for a woman too. I’m not justifying that. I will admit that it makes me a helluva force to be reckoned with at times. Why? Well, men never suspect it. They of all people should see the signs if they’re being played but they don’t want to or don’t think they could fall victim to the same “crimes” they commit against women. Remember that song when you were little, anything you can do, I can do better? That has nothing to do with it. This isn’t my mission to screw over the gender. It’s just a little bit of what I go through day to day. I’ve had my heart broken and I’ve broken hearts. I’m not out to hurt anyone. You never know when the next Mr. Right will pop up and I just try not to waste too much time on Mr. Wrong.

Some people that read this tell me they love it because they can remain in their safe little bubbles of normalcy and live vicariously through my exploits. Some link it to woman’s empowermant. Some laugh until the cry. Some are disgusted but continue to read. Some just think I’m a whore and I need therapy. Perhaps I do but I’m not into paying for a psychologist. This is my therapy. What you read upon these pages is my struggle, my crazy, my quick fixes, my coming to terms, my heartache and my triumphs. You either love me or hate me and which oen it is, is not of my concern. If you do hate me, think for a moment and be honest as to why. Is it because you’re sitting in your little glass house wishing you could say the things I say and do the things I do? Or maybe you don’t know how to be completely open and vulnerable. You don’t have to. That’s your choice. I’m making mine, as well. All I can tell you is if you don’t like it, don’t read it.