Valentine's Day - Horror Stories From My Love Life

So for the last few years, I have written my Valentine’s Day Posts with a Q and A with my instagram followers and a few friends outside of that. I would also include some confessions. Well this year, I’m going to take a different approach. I’m going to share a few stories from my love life’s horror collection. 

Horror Story #1 
The first guy I had sex with altered my view of men and relationships. I learned to put no faith in the word “soon”. He lived in Cleveland and I was in Dayton. We had two different understandings of what our relationship was. I was not listening and he was not clear. But if I had known back then to pay attention to actions, his words didn’t need to be clear. I would always ask, “When are you going to come see me?” and he would say “Soon”. He came to see me once in 5 years. 

Horror Story #2
Every guy that I’ve been involved with since that first guy up there, has taught me something that has ensured that at least one aspect of my experience with the next guy would be better. So now let’s fast forward to this guy. We met shortly after Thanksgiving one year. He lived in Columbus (upgrade because Columbus is closer than Cleveland). This guy also loved to facetime me. He would take me on the phone to most places he went. But do you know where he didn’t like to go? To my house. There must’ve been a point in time where he had been a little more consistent with showing up, because I planned a date for him. He was very interested in like planes and stuff and he’s from Columbus so he had never been to the National Air Force Museum. I never cooked for him, but we cooked something together that he really enjoyed. So I was going to take him to the National Air Force Museum and then cook that meal for him, but he never showed up. This would prove to be a consistent pattern that ultimately led to our break up. He would make plans with me, get drunk at home, and then not come. Or he would say he’s going to go visit his friend before he gets on the highway and then he wouldn’t come. Lame.

Horror Story #3
So I had this little side quest with this older man. Like waaaay older. Anyway, he was going through a divorce and I was his little midlife crisis fling lol So remember, every guy is an upgrade in some way. He would buy me groceries. But then he would make plans with me, I would do the everything shower in preparation and then he wouldn’t show up. Why am I this girl for men? I don’t know. Let’s not talk about it! Anyway, I started ignoring his request to come over, therefore not preparing for it and that’s when he would show up. It was so embarrassing, but we’re talking grown man here, he didn’t give a fuck. But I did! So then I would try to keep up the maintenance, but it is exhausting and he wouldn’t show up when I was all put together!!! So then I started thinking preparing was jinxing me, so I just gave it up until it really bothered me. But I stopped being uncomfortable with it because he just didn’t care. 

Horror Story #4
Remember, every guy is better than the last in at least one area. For this guy, it was sex. Up until this point, he was the best sex I’d ever had. I actually haven’t told yall about him yet. That’s a juicy story for a future date. Anyway, this guy was very rough around the edges and he was very hot and cold with me. One minute he would be like “I want to give you the world” or “You’re my delicate flower” (🤢) and “oh you haven’t done XYZ? You deserve to”....and then the next minute he would ignore me for an entire weekend and be like “Relax” or “It ain’t that deep” simply because I’m asking for some communication. I’m an early riser (like I will wake up at 6am any day and be ready for the world). So on nights where we slept together, I would be stuck in the bed til like 10 because he’s a tight cuddler. I be ready to eat around 7:30 if I’m being for real lol. Well one morning, we were cuddling and I just couldn’t lie there any longer so I got up. I was half way across the room and he woke up. He goes “so you don’t wanna cuddle with me no more? Cool, I should’ve went home anyway”. And then he left and never came back (my decision). 

Notes 
Yeah, it’s been a fun journey…I just want to say that I escaped with 0 pregnancies/babies so we just thank God for looking out. I take most of the responsibility for the relationships I’ve had with men. There were always red flags. I was just young and maybe a little naive. I thought that I had to prove myself in order to be treated right so I tried in all of these situations longer than I should’ve. 

All these guys were before I turned 30!!! Things are still not where I’d like them to be, but we are wiser, frans. 

I want you all to go into your Valentine’s Day with appreciation in your heart for your partner because bitch, it’s rough out here!!!!!!
Thanks for reading 😘