can i be petty for an entry.
Foxhole,
i deserve this.
soooooooooo…
i thought this straight wolf jackal was my friend when i was a teenager.
i wasn’t attracted to him even though he was really good looking.
he was part of the popular kids and my low self worth tail was looking for acceptance.
come to find out,
he wasn’t a friend and when it came to to defend me,
he didn’t stop at nothing to throw me under the bus.
as forgiving and sometimes the stupid cancer fox that i can be,
i saw him randomly on a rih’s social media and hit him up to font wassup.
left me on read.
it put my tail between my legs and STILL didn’t learn my lesson with others but i digress.
that was in like 2009 or so.
i would see him in pics with many of the wolves jackals in his pack that did me wrong.
it stung but i kept it moving,
working,
and living my best life.
well.
i was talking to someone we mutually knew from around that time in my life yesterday.
they were one of the many who warned me:
“jamari,
these jackals are NOT your friends.”
THEY SAID…
“omg,
have you heard about yikes lately?”
“nah,
what happened?”
“he looks so bad now.
all that drinking caught up with him.
he gained so much weight and is in and out of jail.
he don’t take care of his kids and stay on random female’s couches.
no job and it’s his parents fault cause they still continue to coddle him.
he a grown ass man!”
God keeping the word vomit inside:
that’s it.
that’s the petty.
i don’t need to gloat.
you can’t be looking a mess and living a mess too.
pick a struggle.
during that time,
i “tried to had told him” to get his shit together cause he was rebelling.
he was beefing with his parents on some “spoiled brat” shit.
all they wanted him to do was follow their rules and he couldn’t and wouldn’t do that right.
don’t feel sorry for his parents.
they raised that monster and are getting theiir karma for how they treated me.
mind you,
all of these jackals from my past were raised in the church.
God saw whose heart and paws were clean and blessed accordingly.
He continues to make my enemies my footstools,
and all those whose tongues rise against continue to fall.
hard.
