I had and still have a big problem with asking for help. Because of this difficulty, it has made me a very strong woman. Which is good because you have to be a strong woman to be a single parent. However it made shit a whole lot more difficult than necessary after my father passed away last year.
I say all of this as a setup (of course). I used to go out with this guy. We broke up because he was bossy and never knew how to keep shit between us. We had a mutual “friend”. This “friend” had a thing for the guy and had for years. The feeling wasn’t/isn’t mutual because… wait for it… she was too bossy for him and couldn’t keep shit to herself. Funny, I know, but true. This guy was/is a Minister (I’ll wait while you try to picture it). I met him years ago through my exhusband and has been friends with him for years. Oh didn’t I mention, my exhusband was a Pastor. Okay now you’re being ridiculous, get off the floor it’s not that amazing. Anywhosal for this particular rant we will call him Preach.
There were obviously other problems with me and Preach but the fact that he ran his mouth like an old woman at a sewing circle, drove me nuts.
Okay already tying loose ends up now. Recently I called Preach to ask for his assistance (I even hate to say the “H” word). The mutual friend came to me and told me about our conversation as soon as she got off from work. Soon as she leaves he calls me on the phone and tells me when he will bring over what I asked for and informs me he’s only doing it because he wants to see me again. Sidebar – I saw him three months ago at a wake. He wanted to take me out to dinner or lunch the following week and I have been either ducking him or giving an excuse for the last few months.
Back to the matter at hand. A year ago, if he would have said that to me my pride, which is the size of Mt Rushmore, would have made me tell him to fuck off with written instruction on how to accomplish such a task. These days, it not that I don’t have pride or that I put it down sometimes, it’s I have learned the difference between pride and stupidity.
Love and Later Days,