It’s time I sever a few friendships for good!
Ok.
I’m being a bit dramatic but this topic will definitely rub a few of your friends the wrong way.

It’s time to stop loosing your good girlfriends over dick. Yes. I’ve finally said it. You are literally losing homies because of a body part.

Now I’ve touched on this topic in the past. I’ve made it very clear that to be a good friend you often have to let your adult friends make their own adult mistakes. Because in all seriousness, how else do we learn? Through experiences.

But with that being said I’m allowed to call out these girls who learn the lesson and still hold a grudge against the friend who told them so!

You can’t be mad that they were right and you were made to look the fool. You can’t be in your feelings about a situation that played out exactly how they called it. You have to let that resentment go. You have to swallow your pride and admit you missed the mark on this one. And especially because the mark was a penis you knew was never worthy of you in the first place.

Keep the same energy you had when you thought you made the right choice when you find out the choice wasn’t even on the right or wrong spectrum. (It was just that bad of a situation.)

We are so quick to let pride get in the way of a good thing. We have to be willing to realize how short life is and how rare real friends are. So when the person that knows and loves you says the dude your dating isn’t it... she’s not always a hater. She’s probably just trying to avoid having to nurse you back to life. Although that in it self is selfish, it’s entirely reasonable!

So trust those girl friends but if you truly want to follow your own path, do you booboo!! But if it doesn’t go as planned! Remember to apologize to the homie who thought they knew best. And also remember to Trust Me, because you knew I Couldn’t Lie.



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My friendship sympathy works in stages. In the beginning I will be your shoulder to cry on for hours at a time. I will come over to your home, make sure you eat, force you into a shower. I will listen to you analyze and re analyze where you and your boo went wrong. I will listen to you justify his transgressions. I will help you blow your nose. I will be your RIDE OR DIE. That’s just how deep my love goes. I don’t like to see others in pain. If I can help ease the pain by being there, that’s what you can count on me to do.

Towards a month after the situation, you will notice that I’m super angry at the person. Within this stage, I become less sympathetic and often demand that you accept your current reality. It’s over. You need to focus on healing. You need to focus on you. I will help you do that. I will provide distractions. I will take you out. I will force you to face the world you’ve left behind. And eventually you will want to do all of that on your own.

But then... as you’re healing, getting back to life, you will notice that they haven’t called or texted. They haven’t tried to get you back. And this will drive you crazy. And this will also drive ME crazy. The final stage of my sympathy.
Now I think you need some tough love. You need a dose of good old reality. I hate when my my friends waste precious time wondering about how or what their ex is doing. He’s not worried about you in the way that you’re still obsessing over him.
He’s out here living his best life and you’re balled up in a corner crying. At this moment in time, you need to cut the umbilical cord. You need to not only accept that it’s over but start living like it’s over. Go on dates. Start a new hobby. Create new memories with new people. Love your friends a little harder. Obsess over your family.

You’ve already been through the worst. It’s time to get back to living your own best life. And when you do, remember to Trust Me... because you knew I Couldn’t Lie.

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