when i was dealing with the work wolf saga,
i kept a private journal of my feelings around the end of that situation.
i came across it in my files and read some of the entries in it.
I legit cringed.
the part when he refused to speak to me by stonewalling me,
the words i used about myself,
the actual praying he would speak to me again,
and the emotional begging i wrote in hopes we would reconnect again.
i remember how broken i was when i think back to that moment in my life.
the part of having to see him at work every day,
us not speaking,
and him legit using his own emotional warfare to purposely hurt my feelings.
was i innocent in how it crashed and burned?
but i don’t think we were meant to be friends in the long run tbh.
i saw this post from chris brown on the shade room and i fully understood it…
Giggles The Clown
The Baller Wolf
WW3 (the last one)
all of these wolves had something in common.
they were all wolves i really wanted.
stupid interested in others,
but they all had a common trait…
i get really amazing emails from the foxhole.
i always get a lot of emails about the “work wolf saga”.
i can’t lie,
but the foxhole helped me get through that.
it was one of the toughest trials in my life.
i have been thinking about work wolf,
my past situations,
and all the lessons i learned from them and in-between.
i wanted to share a few with the foxhole…
the one thing we like to give,
but sometimes can’t handle it when it settles.
once you’re paying it to someone,
it can feel empowering af.
you did me wrong!
now i’m ignoring your triflin ass!
once you’re paid it tho,
by someone you thought you connected with,
it can make you feel like pure shit.
there is no cheering on yourself for walking forward.
“i held my head up high after i was ignored!
pat me on the back!”
it might bring out the secret you may not be over them.
let the narcissists and sociopaths tell it…
they wasn’t shit anyways!”
i might be a different breed.
i was running a little late for work.
as i was walking towards my office,
i see a “familiar” face looking at his phone across the street…
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when i saw his phone the last time we saw each other,
i already knew the answer.
the screen was cracked the fuck up,
chips was missing from the armor,
and it was completely broken down.
i asked him:
“omg why does your phone look like that?
it never looked like that when we hung up.”
he didn’t answer.
he knew the answer as much as i did too.
he always had a phone case and screen protector.
he actually gave a fuck about those things when i was in his life.
when we were together…
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2017 has truly been the year of wake up calls.
it has also been the year of unexpected goodbyes as well.
it really has been exposing who is really in your corner.
i thought i had good straight wolves as friends,
but i see just how i meant nothing to some of them…
Continue reading “It’s A Good Year For Wolves To Walk Out Your Life!”