I have got to get this off my chest. out my hair. and off my heart.

*****warning*****

what you are about to read is a rant. no real rhyme or reason. just started typing and it came out. If you are easily offended or having a bad day, please pass on to the next blog. I repeat pass on to the next blogger. There will be language and harsh words. some racial slurs. I am not directing them to all just specific people. Also, this post was written by deeps, evil twin bat girl. Deep may return tomorrow. Who knows,


Proceed at your own risk.


This has been a crazy last couple of weeks for us here in Nashville. We had flooding. Over twenty people have died. I broke up with the idiot. Have decided that I don't think I really want to be bothered with men ever again in my life and learned that my ex(mister) has a baby on the way. Yep, a big headed wall eyed slew footed baby. (Now we know the real reason I was to stay in Nashville and not come back to Atlanta).


Here I am walking around trying to help him with his stuff only to have him spit in my face. So, lets look at the Tally here:


Number of times I have been in serious relationships: 5

number of times the relationship ends because of cheating:3(I thought only 3)

number of miscarriages:4

number of babies born to other women during or after the immediate termination of said relationship: 4


I now really understand what could push a woman to the brink. I try so hard. They all tend to fall to the wayside. I know I know. Somewhere someone is asking the question; batgirl, if you and deep have been in that many failed relationships, what is wrong with you?


Surely the problem has to be you. It cant be those delightful men. It has to be you.

I ask myself that all the time. Unfortunately for me, I tend to blame myself for every failure in my life. relationships included. I know what my intentions are. I know my heart. I love myself, but yet when it comes to that sacred dance of interactions and relational tangos, I cant seem to find the rhythm.


Years ago, I thought my mother gave me the best advice ever. She said when it comes to men, every women should know and master the three F's. Wish she had given me advice on how to handle the men she gave birth to as well.

feed them

f*&^* them

be their friend

I added my own; DON'T BE A NAG. They already had one mother they don't need it from you.
I live by that code. Yet I keep ruining into idiots who cant see it or accept the genuine article.

(brace yourself)

I am not going to sit and argue with you. I take you at your word. All I ask is you respect me and take me at my word. Don't treat me as though I don't deserve the truth no matter how damaging it may be.

Let me not miss you. I see you. It is not a good look to bring me around the woman who you married. The same woman who told you she was pregnant while we were engaged. The same woman who told you that only for you to learn you were NOT the father. (yes I saw her on that episode of Maury povich. I must say, not a good look for you pastor. Not a good look at all.). Please stop calling me. I understand you regret letting me walk away. I understand she doesn't cater to you like I did. I get that. But guess what, I AM NOT ABOUT TO BE THE OTHER WOMAN FOR YOU. Get it through your big head, I am the lead. Never the co star. you imbecilic jerk. I also think it is funny how you act as if I don't remember the miscarriages or abortion. Really dude. REALLY.

I know I take a man through a few hoops just to get to second base. So, you would think, a man who goes through all that time just to get affection would be a good dude. I man of honor and integrity. Not a jack a@# who says any and everything to get next to me. Not a worthless useless insignificant peon, who would form his lips to say,"I love you", then turn around and screw the young twit who lives in your dorm all your wife of five months is going through her third miscarriage. Oh nooooooo. Yet, you wonder why I threw in the towel and didn't put up a real fight. You didn't think this would affect me?



Or how about the fact I have been telling you, be honest open and up front with me for the last five months. I get a phone call from a young lady who introduces herself to me as your girlfriend. The very person you told me you were done with. The very person you told that I was your best friend. Which explains why she thought it was ok to call me and invite me personally to her graduation party. REALLY!!!! You inconsiderate, lying, conniving, selfish, non functioning, arrogant sack of s@#%*.



Lets not forget you. Because I will not allow you or your nasty, third world looking, fresh off the boat smelling, toothless, buffoonish acting friends sample the goodness, you decide to make up little lies and simple complaints because you feel that I am beneath you. You refugee looking b@^&*@$. I mean, how dare I have a little respect and pride for myself and not allow you all to pass me around like a piece of african pancake. REALLY DUDE?



I am soooo over you. How dare you call me like you did not leave me standing in the dressing room of my church waiting to say I do. It has been a few years but don't act all offended when I am not that same sweet innocent person you took for a emotional roller coaster ride. Newsflash idiot. she is gone. She does not live here anymore and you have yourself to thank for that. p.s. Tell your sister and your mama, my Nana is still looking to beat someone or something down. preferably your face. REALLY DUDE?



Last but certainly not least, I was there when you lost your brother. I held your hands when you lost your sister. I was there when you learned your uncle and cousins had been touching your little sister(me). I was there when you lost your baby. There when you both learned your wives were cheating on you. Wiped your tears when you lost your mom. Held your hand when you buried your dad. Brought you food when you buried your brother. There to hold your hand when little man was having open heart surgery. The whole time you were incarcerated I did what I could to support you and your family. And lets not forget you and your decision to go off to training for six weeks, I stayed in your home and helped your wife even though she does not to this day like me. But because I love you, I did it. I did not do any of this to get credit. I did it because I love you. You are my brothers. I was there because, it was my brothers and parents and sister too. Yet, when I really need you you reject me.



You love me when it is convenient. I am tired of that. I am tired of you. I hurt. I ache. I must heal me. Take care of me. Love me. Submit to me.



phewwwwwwwww. I feel so much better now.