It has become known tradition that on Sunday afternoons my boyfriends' friends and their girlfriends come over to "our" place for a simple lunch, drinks, and calming conversation. This is an ideology that took many nights of bump and grind from mine and my man's calender. Things are different now, I've actually grown to like these people and respect their opinions. His boys are like my elder brothers, their girlfriends, well, they're my girlfriends now! But it hasn't always been this kosher.
As many of you will relate, I was a bit uncomfortable when I realised that my private, lazy afternoons; spent watching kimora's life in the fab lane, had turned into a cook all day and wash dishes all alone routine. But, honestly this was the least of my frustrations. It became increasingly sickening for me to bear my man's buddies cheat, at my place, on their girlfriends. They were bringing all kinds of uncultured women into my space, who all thought they were better than the next, and they wouldn't even offer to help with anything, and I've got to entertain these people? I could take no more, so took it up with management.
Sometimes I really hate my boyfriend. He can't keep secrets, he can't lie, and when he does he usually gets us both into terrible trouble. His tactless honesty is a character flaw I've been working hard to adjust; corruption does not end in government! My man thought it would be a good idea for him to share my grievances with his buddies. Ah no, why not have me sacrified at the alter on St Patricks Day. I was just merely suggesting that we could all enjoy our evenings more if we just had a little 'order'.
The boys were not happy to hear this, infact they felt like the only place where they could come and relax was being taken away from them. Besides, who was I to start demanding them, I was not even a permarnent resident. After everthing I had done for these guys they had the nerve to throw it all back in my face, the secrets kept, the lies swept under the carpet, ha they had it all coming.
It had hit me that I had allowed these boys to treat me this way, I mean they respected their girlfriends far to much to do such in their prescence. So I changed my strategy, no more will I allow hormonal parties at my place. They had served me with too many bitches now it was my turn.
One afternoon I invited two of my girlfriends, they're impossible over-achievers, don't need a man, got my own money, spoil a brothers mood type of girls. The nature of our conversation had a paramount shift, as if rehearsed, my ladies where pushing all the right buttons, squeezing the life out of my guys. The exhilaration, I finally enjoyed a Sunday afternoon.
Who would have another slice of bitch?