Sometimes you have to laugh at yourself

Today I was talking with a co-worker about another co-worker who is being played.  She was telling me that she collapsed in her arms crying yesterday.  She did her best to console her and she said she was going to break it off with him. On Monday after she gets back from taking him to Atlantic City this weekend for his birthday. 

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When this 25 year old met this guy he told her he was seeing other people. If she was O.K. with that they could hang out.  He spent days at the time with her.  Always letting her know before he left that he was going to be with another girl.  Because he’s black, and I’m probably the coolest black person she knows, she asked me what she should do.  I told her to tell him how she feels.  She didn’t want to date someone who was seeing other people.  Only two things could happen, he could tell her he feels the same way or stop seeing her.  I didn’t have the heart to tell her that he might lie.  Well guest what happened.  He lied.  He told her that he wanted her to be his girlfriend.   She came to work with a big smile on her facing saying he’s my boyfriend now.  I knew it was a lie but who could tell her; she was so happy. 

 

Well finally she caught him, and broke it off.  They were broken up for maybe a week before he came pleading for her forgiveness. Well guest what happened.  She took him back; and it was business as usually.  The problem is now she knows but she’s out there now.  She can’t find her way back. 

 

The problem is this girl suffers from low self-esteem; I don’t know if she’ll ever break free. 

 

I can’t be too hard on her, as my co-worker reminded me; we’ve all been there at least once.  Then we started talking about our own experiences.  She said she ran into hers at a party and he asked her for a ride home. Of course she should have said no. Guess what she said.  Sure I’ll give you a ride; he lived around the corner.  She said, of course I went in.  There was no furniture; it was clear he was moving, he didn’t acknowledge that there was no furniture, but she still had sex with him on the floor.  We laughed and I told her I could top that I had sex with mine after new furniture was delivered that was going in his new house that he was moving into with his fiancée. 

 

I hope that someday everyone who has gone through this can look back and laugh at it. 

 

Hang in there.

 

 

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