Dear Drama Queen(s) (and Kings):
Before you go getting your panties in a twist, let me tell you a little something. I flirt and I talk and I text and I write-but in the real world-that doesn't mean a damn thing. So I call him my boyfriend and you call him a home-wrecker? Hmm, how very very two-faced of you. Weren't you calling on that same home-wrecker to take your problems away? But, that's right, just kick him-he's down. Jump on that bandwagon, wouldn't want to get left behind.
Now for the big secret. And when I say big-I mean huge, so pay attention. It took me 13 years to drag my husband to the alter. There is no one other than God himself that is going to ruin this for me. Do you understand that? No one. And trust me, plenty before you have tried.
So, before you open the gates and start spewing your venom-stop and think. How long has it been since you last thought of him as your friend? Since you last stood up for him? Since you last put yourself on the line for him? Since you last believed in him? Are you really going to let one little thing ruin that for you?
He's a firecracker-I'll give you that. But he is not wrecking anything that I own or call mine. My life is just that-MY life. If you open the door-he's there. And if you shut it-he's gone. Do you really want to block that light out?
Here's to hoping you think before you speak.....LG.
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