Sha-boo-boo (aka C-Dawg), my girl of close to 11 years and my best friend is now unattached. Status update: C-dawg is now single. She has recently broken up with her boyfriend of 6 years and to say it was a shock is an understatment.
I received the text on Saturday morning and I was floored. They had been together for so long, and even though they had had their problems I didn’t think she’d actually break up with him. I looked at my phone in a daze: “BK and I broke up yesterday :(.” I blinked twice as my foundation crumbled around me. In a sick and twisted way I looked at their relationship as a model of a what I’d like to have in my couplehood—to a certain extent. They were friends. They had a similar sense of humor and they enjoyed being around eachother. It was lovely to watch them dote on eachother. That all changed.
Without getting into too much detail, C-Dawg had become unhappy. She had clearly expressed the things she wanted from him, but the relationship was not progressing the way she had hoped. It was time to end it, and now she feels great. She feels free. I’ll miss BK (he was my good friend too) but I am so relieved to have my best friend back.
I had noticed a slight change in C-Dawg a couple years ago. She would become pessimestic and negative at times. She would shit all over stuff and then say, “I’ve hit a wall. I am ready to go home.” I’d look at her and wonder, Who are you? Where is my girl? The girl that danced with me on the bar, and when we got down the security guard said, “You better get back up there and show those bitches how it’s done.” The girl that helped me put a rusty exercise bike in Oscar’s jeep. The girl that knows what I mean by, “In front of La Virgen? No respect.”
Well, she is back. We figured on Tuesday during Happy Hour (yes I went to a Happy Hour on a Tuesday. Don’t judge.) that her and I have only been single for about 6 months of our friendship, and those 6 months had been bananas. I am looking forward to that period in my life recycling itself through again.
We are going to Vegas this weekend. We are going to break some hearts. Change some lives. And shatter some worlds. Stay tuned for subsequent posts.
I received the text on Saturday morning and I was floored. They had been together for so long, and even though they had had their problems I didn’t think she’d actually break up with him. I looked at my phone in a daze: “BK and I broke up yesterday :(.” I blinked twice as my foundation crumbled around me. In a sick and twisted way I looked at their relationship as a model of a what I’d like to have in my couplehood—to a certain extent. They were friends. They had a similar sense of humor and they enjoyed being around eachother. It was lovely to watch them dote on eachother. That all changed.
Without getting into too much detail, C-Dawg had become unhappy. She had clearly expressed the things she wanted from him, but the relationship was not progressing the way she had hoped. It was time to end it, and now she feels great. She feels free. I’ll miss BK (he was my good friend too) but I am so relieved to have my best friend back.
I had noticed a slight change in C-Dawg a couple years ago. She would become pessimestic and negative at times. She would shit all over stuff and then say, “I’ve hit a wall. I am ready to go home.” I’d look at her and wonder, Who are you? Where is my girl? The girl that danced with me on the bar, and when we got down the security guard said, “You better get back up there and show those bitches how it’s done.” The girl that helped me put a rusty exercise bike in Oscar’s jeep. The girl that knows what I mean by, “In front of La Virgen? No respect.”
Well, she is back. We figured on Tuesday during Happy Hour (yes I went to a Happy Hour on a Tuesday. Don’t judge.) that her and I have only been single for about 6 months of our friendship, and those 6 months had been bananas. I am looking forward to that period in my life recycling itself through again.
We are going to Vegas this weekend. We are going to break some hearts. Change some lives. And shatter some worlds. Stay tuned for subsequent posts.
Everyone needs a partner in crime, and everyone deserves to have at least one amazing liberating period in their lives.
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