7 Whole Days…and not a word from him

Okay so this makes the 7th day that I have not heard from him and I am so pissed off right now that I can’t even cry... I want to but I can’t. Or better yet I won’t. It’s all my fault too folks for you see on Friday I did something that I promised myself I wouldn’t do again. That’s right I told myself I was not going to call him and I did. Well I didn’t call for myself; I called for the ministry…don’t laugh! I did…I called for the ministry building at my church. Okay here is the story.

Day 1 ~ January 16, 2006
Well actually by the time he got to my house it was the 17th. Anyway, my door bell rings and its Tony the love of my life as far as fate is concerned. He claims to have been concerned about me for when he tried to call me on both lines he got no answer. This prompted this out of the blue visit. We talked for a bit and then he fixed my computer…well sort of. Then we talked some more and next thing you know we were having sex *it had been a long time for me folks…a long time* (side note: to my anono friend from Eygpt, I say I am sorry in advance. For he might not ever want to speak to me again after reading this) At about 5:45 am he got up to leave and told me he would be back around 8~9 that evening to see about my printer.

Day 2 ~ January 17, 2006
I went and did something that he suggested I do concerning my future and then spent the rest of the day cleaning my house and preparing a special meal for us to enjoy while being entertained by a DVD entitled ‘Motives’ starring Shemar Moore and Vivica Fox *good quality entertainment by the way* Then I put the dinner in the oven and went to bible class. When I got back home I freshened up for my evening and waited all night and he never showed up. This prompted me to make the promise to never call his trifling behind again!

Day 3 ~ January 18, 2006
I made a promise to my Pastors admin. Asst on Tuesday night that I would come by this day and volunteer at the churches administration office. So I spent the whole day there and when I got home that evening after dance rehearsal, I took my bath and watched another movie *by myself* and finally went to sleep somewhere around 4 am. Still no call or show from him.

Day 4 ~ January 19, 2006
I wake up and instantly I knew my day was going to be crappy. I woke up with a headache and a tummy ache. I didn’t have the car on this day so I was pretty much stuck in the house all day long. I really don’t watch TV so a really couldn’t find anything worth watching so I fell in and out of sleep all day long. At around 7:15 pm I got out of bed and watched smallville and then one of my DVD’s when all of a sudden I began to cry my eyeballs out. I mean it was bad folks. I cried all freaking night. I was literally having my very own private pity party. I cried and cried and cried some more. I got in the bed and cried until my pillow was soaking wet. I got out of bed and cried in the tub until my skin was all pruning and what not. Then I finally after what seemed like hours, went to sleep.

Day 5 ~ January 20, 2006
Today I got up and went to the administration building and volunteered my services yet again. I am by the way having a lot of fun helping out as a matter of fact. Anyway, I was painting the lobby wall when Tboz *that’s what we call her* asked me did I still have a friend that fixes computers. What she ask me that for. It seemed as though one of the computers in the office needed some asap fixing and because I knew of someone, they wanted me to call that person. Well of course I was reluctant to call him because I had told myself 4 days ago that I was not calling him ever again. *I had to repent for that lie* I picked up the phone and called him and left a long, silly, complicated msg and hung up the phone thinking ‘that just gave him an excuse to pop up again out of the blue.’ Plus I was feeling stupid for the msg I left. Well needless to say he never called back and I went home.

Day6 ~ January 21, 2006
I got up at around 9:30 am on this morning and was getting ready to go see about my taxes. When the door bell rang. At first I thought it was him and I didn’t answer it. I said to myself "you ain’t getting in here buddy" so I let it ring. Then it dawned on me that it might be my mother so I answered it. Well it wasn’t my mother, nor was it "T" *thank God…wasn’t ready to deal* it was another ex friend of mine whom I will refer to as Mr. SBC. WTF? What does he want I was wondering? So I buzzed him in and we had an enlightening conversation about men and women. I was right about men and he was all the way wrong about women…perfect conversation as far as I was concerned. I put him out and went on about my day.

Day7 ~ January 22, 2006
As I write this it is now the seventh day of not hearing from him and you would think I would be used to it by now. I have gone longer without hearing from him and you know what it only makes me pray for him harder. See I am mad as hell at the fact that he is the most inconsiderate man I have ever known, but yet I pray for him and his safety while he is out there doing only God knows what. I don’t pray for him for me…I pray for him for him. See he will realize one day that I was the best thing that ever happen to him and because it will be too late, I pray that God will give him the strength to get over the hurt.

So how was your week?
U.W.R.A:)