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Thursday, 3 November 2011

THE SMS SAGA CONTINUES

She sent a text to her long-time boyfriend who in her own words was ‘a good man worth keeping for her special day, but green enough to run things behind him.’

"Can we meet tonight after work and grab a drink? We can end it up in my apartment and do a movie... I miss you JC"

He replied: I am sorry I cannot see you tonight. I am going for marriage counseling with Ama. I cannot promise when I can make that time

She replied: mmtseww! Ama? Are you serious? Ama? Marriage counseling? You are joking right?

He replied: Nope. I am not.

She Replied: Come on JC you gotta be kidding me right? You met this girl less than a year ago and you are going for what? I know I may have treated you bad. I am sorry But I love you too much to let you go. I have my anger issues and all that, but I think I have been the best woman for you. Tell me you are pulling my legs!

He replied: You love me as in you come to give me a kiss on the cheek and long weeks without sex while you have sex with another guy in your office; In his car at the parking lot; On his office desk while his blinds are pulled open? How cheap can you get?

Oh I have a headache I wanna sleep early… as in sleep with him till you can do it no more? Best woman to me as in introducing your sugar daddy to me as your father’s best friend and a ‘Father figure’ to you so you can ‘go on holidays with him’ in the US where his family resides?

You had more than anger issues my dear; you had sex issues, money issues, respect issues, dignity issues, decency issues, peer pressure issues, greed issues. You had more than anger issues. You also have the car that was bought for you by your uncle in the states on your birthday issue. Apparently this uncle was the guy you met online through Facebook; The guy I gave you all the freedom to spend time with when he come to town. Actually that was two months of paying for the car with your body,

Best woman for me for sure. I loved you so I kept quiet over all my suspicions. I could not put my finger on any of them so I spared you the scrutiny and the policing; that was me being fooled. I knew you were not that faithful to me as you wanted me to believe, yet I prayed and hoped one day you will come around and then we would be fine.

Oh and then coming to think about it; that mysterious bleeding last year; First you were mostly sick, then you were suddenly pressing for marriage, then you fell from the staircase, bled, got hospitalized, got cured of your strange sickness and your crave for marriage? That looked like some pregnancy I would have assumed if you ask me!

I am sorry Sweetheart; our linen is so stinking dirty I don’t wanna wash it in public. It hurts me now that I was not strong enough to zip up when trust between us was compromised. If I should be diagnosed with HIV today I would have no doubt where I got it from… yes from the lady who sings in the choir; the lady who cannot even harm a fly.

Ama says no sex before marriage. Ama hasn’t got a thousand passwords which she changes every minute. Ama has got no strange uncles who spend more on her than her rich parents. Ama hardly gets headaches and call waiting every time I call. I don’t have to excuse her when she gets phone calls. She has no temper problem at all. After all to err is human. She knows ‘SORRY’ means a lot so when she says it she hardly repeats that mistake. Ama is not an angel, but I feel safe around her.

She may be green and not so up to it, but when I walk with her, I know I do not have people trying to figure out my position in the queue….

That is good enough.

She replied. You fool! You used me!!!!!!!

He replied. Didn’t your fingers shake when you typed that? Please feel free to sell your ware… I am done in this game. I tried… I did…You used me too!

She did not reply….