Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (![]() ![]() @ 2013-06-14 02:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, maryanne walker (oe) |
Email to Gretel
So, it looks like you didn't get what I was saying Saturday night. I realize it was a lot of rude bitch talk with long words, and hardly any breath in between. The gist was, I wasn't interested anymore. Like I said in the text I don't give a flying fuck. I didn't start having feelings for him the moment I found out he wasn't available anymore, like he thinks, and probably like you think, whatever I felt for him withered and died when I did find out.
It hurt to find out. It hurt to feel like maybe I was the other woman, because I don't ever want to be in a situation like that. EVER. I was angry that he put me in the situation, because he couldn't tell me he was off fucking someone else. If I had known, whatever happened between me and him that night wouldn't have happened, it would have just been two friends walking through the woods on a summer night. He would have never left the friend box, which means I would always wonder 'what if'. But I wouldn't feel the guilt of being like her.
I'm not a homewrecker. I'm not like Jolene. I'm certainly not my mother. And you definitely wouldn't catch me begging him to stay. I don't help men cheat. I might be willing to help add a little kink to the bedroom if wives, or significant others, are okay with it. But they have to be okay with it, and I have to be attracted. Because I know I'm hot, I don't need to steal anyone's man to prove it.
So if you love him, you want him, go after him. You wont catch me giving him the time of day ever again. I don't hate him, I don't hate you either. But whatever trust I had in him is gone. And if I ever catch your scent on anyone that I start going steady with you wont get a second chance. And you sure as hell wont see me coming. Because while I don't cheat, and don't help men that want to, I don't put up with bitches that do. You'd have more than just a little redneck justice coming your way.
Now you can either sit on your thumbs, getting drunk and singing 'please don't steal my man away' songs. Or you can get up, shower off, and go sing songs to him.