Fat Bottom Girl Said What

When my ass talks, people listen.

Archive for the tag “relationships”

Hazardous Waste

Photo Credit:  nutracenter.com

Photo Credit: nutracenter.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

like a broken thermometer
so many tiny balls of poison(my insecurities)

scattering
rolling

hither and yon

hurry
gather them before anyone sees
the malignancy
dividing
growing

it seems impossible to contain them
just when I think I’ve got them all gathered
the pieces shatter

into more pieces

the number seems. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . infinite. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

hurry

run and fetch the eyedropper
to suck up the toxic little balls
before they infiltrate
what’s good

sprinkle the sulfur and contain
every minute trace of the
contamination

seal them all up in a bag

dispose of them

properly

like the hazardous waste
that they are

distance

and the shortest distance

between our two points

is my mind

you meet me there

with open arms and a smile

so real at times

I feel your lips brushing my cheek

or feel your hand in mine

or hear your heart beating as I curl against you and lay my head on your chest

Photo Credit:  cuddlecomfort.com

Photo Credit: cuddlecomfort.com

BAGGAGE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You didn’t know me before. . .

Before
life seemed to drive me to be jaded, untrusting, wary, fearful

Marked now
with scars and bruises
some evident
others not noticeable to the naked eye

So much history
packed away
stashed
concealed
camouflaged and ensconced
in the baggage I carry
(we all tote something)

suitcase
duffle
backpack
carpet bag
steamer trunk

If you were to say to me,
“Set them down babe,
the burden of what you carry could cause Atlas to collapse from exhaustion,
take each item out when you’re ready,
I’m here to help,
I’m not here to judge”

And if I actually find the courage
to take out the key
and turn that key in the lock
and throw open the lid
would you really stand there
while I release my own type of Pandora’s boxed goods

Because if you did. . . .

I might need you to hold my hand
take my elbow to steady me
on my feet
when my knees threaten to buckle
from the weight
of some of it as I lift it out

I may need you to dry my tears
and pull me close
and tell me you appreciate
all the things I’ve carried
because they’ve made me who I am today

I may need you to crack jokes
so that I may laugh
to purge myself of all the negativity
and misconceptions
I’ve pulled from inside these vessels of wounds

I may need you to love me

Turkey With a Side of Adultery

Holidays aren’t just for shaving my brother’s back, they’re also for catching up on hometown gossip. I come from a fairly small town of about 4,000 people, so I am always interested in what’s going on back home in “Peyton Place”. This year, the turkey wasn’t the only juicy tidbit I got. My brother informed me that the married elementary school secretary has been getting busy after hours with a male teacher’s aide. . . . on the principal’s desk!!! WTF?? Hey dumbass, you work in the school, and you aren’t aware there are video cameras all over the place? Whatever happened to kickin’ it old school and driving out into the country and humping in the back seat of your car? An elementary school has to be about one of the un-sexiest places I could think of.

The other story involved a married doctor who went home and professed his love for the married neighbor lady, to his wife. The interesting part of this story being that he told his wife he was leaving her for said married neighbor lady, but wanted to know if it didn’t work out with him and his new love, if he could come back. I can only hope her reply was, “Not only no, but fuck no!”.

Here’s what bothers me about this–it makes me feel like there’s no hope. If at some point I would manage to get a man, is he just going to cheat on me? My ex-husband cheated. I have had more than one boyfriend who has cheated. Could I even hope to have a relationship with a man who would be faithful? Maybe that’s the reason I’m still single.

Grab Your Beakers

chemistry

Chemistry.  So amazing, yet so perplexing.  I have been obsessing about it recently.  The topic came up Saturday night, when I was chatting with a friend.  Here’s what I want to know from you, dear WP friends:

1.  Is chemistry something that you either have or you don’t?  Meaning, can it be “manufactured” during the course of a relationship, or does it have to be there from the beginning?

2.  If you believe it can be “manufactured”, does it quickly wane because it wasn’t there right away?

3.  Do you think a relationship is doomed if you have no chemistry with someone?

4.  What are your experiences with relationships in where there’s been chemistry/no chemistry?

I have a ton of other questions, but am so looking forward to reading replies, and generating some talk about this topic!  Hope you are willing to participate!

Haunting Regret

What’s the one regret you can’t work through?
You got it baby, mine would be you
Yeah you got it baby, mine would be you

As if the morning wasn’t emotional enough, I had to hear these lyrics and think of you.  The tears were instantaneous–a build-up of what-ifs, disappointments, and lost love–flowing down my cheeks, intermingled with sobs.  I am still mad as hell at you after all these years.  You just gave up on everything and walked away.  You never even gave me and you a chance.  I had loved you from the first night we met, and after 4 1/2 years of loving you, you just walked away.  Do you know that every relationship I have had since you has been shit?  Of course you don’t, because we haven’t spoke in over two years now.  I am still trying to figure out why I can’t let you go.  Is it the regret I can’t work through, or do I still love you after all this time?

Cock-Eyed Optimist

Photo Credit:  thesinglenester.com

Photo Credit: thesinglenester.com

Yep, that’s me. Always seeing the potential in a man. “A victim of my own optimism” on numerous occasions. I have high expectations of myself, and therefore tend to have high expectations of men I become involved with. I know. . . most of them never seem to live up to the expectations, but I continue to have them! Is this the same as believing someone can change? Yes, I think it’s very similar, and we all know we can’t go into a relationship with someone expecting them to change. I wouldn’t want someone to go into a relationship with me, and expect me to change, so it seems silly for me to expect that. And, I can sit around and say that I don’t expect them to change, that I like them just as they are, but when it comes to the majority of the guys I’ve been with in the last 12 years, that isn’t true. Really, there were these glaring things about them I knew I couldn’t live with, but I glossed them over with my cock-eyed optimism.

I need to remember what Maya Angelou says, “The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them.” The first time The Fuck Stick kicked me and left the bruise on my leg he showed me exactly who he was, and I didn’t believe him. The second time, when he pushed me down and I almost hit my head on the paving stones, he confirmed it, and I knew, but I ignored him. The third time when he cut my face open, and had his hands around my throat, all optimism went out the window, and I saw him for the total fuck stick he was(is!).

I want to be optimistic about love, but I don’t want to be foolish. I want to be strong enough to walk away from men when they show me they aren’t worthy of my time. If they’re not worthy, and I stay, it is out of a sense of desperation, and I’m not desperate. I don’t need to be desperate. I just need to be happy.

With this ring. ..

So my ex-husband just proposed to his current girlfriend this weekend. I know all of this because my son tells me pretty much everything. This will be his third marriage, and we’ve only been divorced a little over 10 years. I have to admit that it bothers me a little bit. Not because he’s getting married, because that ship sailed a long time ago, but because I don’t have a significant other. I’ve had two significant relationships since my divorce–one with a married man and one with an emotional abuser.  Each of those relationships lasted between 3 and 4 years, so you can’t say that I don’t have longevity.  Smart-ass.  I was being sarcastic there.  It doesn’t matter if you have longevity with men who are either emotionally or physically unavailable or are abusive.  I just want there to be someone out there for me.  I think I deserve some good stuff.  Regardless of who I have loved, or the choices I’ve made and what people might think of them, I am a good person.  I’m a great mom–I’m fierce, I’m fun, I’m talented, and when I’m around life is never mundane.  Where’s the man who will realize how great I am and can put up with me??

Post Navigation

Trent Lewin

Fiction, and other made-up stories

Sparklebumps: The Mother Version

Still histrionic, still a bookwhore; just faking competence because of my kid.

GREAT AWAKENINGS

One Therapist's Thoughts-Before and After

ZOVISION

It's not the length of life, but the depth.

My musings

This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.

The Phil Factor

Where Sarcasm Gets Drunk and Lets Its Hair Down

Fighting the Myth

Shining the light of truth on delusion

The Haunted Librarian

Researching, investigating, and writing about the paranormal.

bloggerelstl

You either get it... or you don't.

theonerealheir.wordpress.com/

Inky blackness, a yawning void ~

The Roar Sessions

A weekly series edited by Jena Schwartz

Beth Teliho

Read. Ingest the words. Like little blue pills, they will affect you.

kirilson photography

the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa

SAINTSWEST

Just my thoughts for all to behold

Book Snob

FOR DISCERNING READERS

Ann Oblivion Blog

🍃 Fully Living The Unfinished Things Of Life Through Writings. 🍃

Chai and Chameli

Spiced with stories, served from the heart

Daniel Aegan

Writer, Tarot Reader, Designer

Annabel Vita

a little bit of this and a little bit of that

Even at Your Darkest

Seeking Beauty Beyond the Scars

insert witticism

The home of Emma O'Brien

shatteredtalon's Blog

The musings of a scorpion who would have been an eagle

knowingkimberly

I blog now. I know, I can't believe it either.