So my ex hit me up yesterday while I was with my BFF Barbara on our adventure and a half.  We talked, talked and talked.  He brought up what a nice person I am and all that, I told him no…I’m really not.  He ‘lol-ed’ a good five times before telling me to stfu because I am nice.  I always was, he never saw a mean bone in my body.  Always willing to help others, caring, giving, happy and bubbly.  That was two years ago. A lot changes in two years, a lot.

So for him to not be able to believe that I am nothing like I used to be made me think.

I used to be so nice, what happened to me?

"How you gon’ expect that man not to be who he is? I ain’t sayin that it’s right, but we often pay the price; ‘cause a woman’s life is love, a man’s love is life."

My parents are homophobes.

SMH. -___-

zeeledisco

I agree with you. I think that is what happened. I learned a lot from it, I’m glad that I did.