JUST ONE MORE CHANCE!
I've had many lovers in my lifetime. Most were cool; a few were cruel. The good ones would scare me; they were just too nice. But when the scrubs would approach, I wouldn't think twice. I'd let the good men get away, but with the bad boys, I would stay.
When I got sick, they didn't give a shiznit. But when the same befell them, I felt the same; two can play that game.
When they asked me for money, I'd say, "Look ahere, honey. You're the man; go get a plan."
When I bought the house, they wouldn't even catch the mouse.
When I bought the Benz, they were showing it off to their friends.
When I bought the Land Rover, they'd make me move over. They would drive and grin and pick up their "real" girlfriend.
When I had to move, they claimed they had stuff to do. When I'd call, they'd made me feel small.
During the holiday season, they'd have plenty of reasons, because a gift for me, was not what they could see. And when they started that crap about my being high maintenance, and what they could not afford, I'd get bored and would mentally store.
When I got broke, they called me a joke. When I had to go on welfare, they really didn't care. But as I worked my way back up, they'd jump.
When I started re-gaining my self-esteem, they'd have a dream that we were back together and it was all peachy keen. But when I wouldn't take them back, they said that I was the one who didn't give a jack.
So, now that I'm back and have gained some class; I wish another scrub WOULD approach me, I'd kick their ass.
Lord, bring me just one more good man, and see what I'd do. I'd be the woman that I should've been before I got a clue!
~A. Vyctoria Abrams,
Author of "The Ava's Diary Trilogy Book Series"
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