I am not crazy. I did not lose you. You were crazy to lose me. PART 2

Continued....

 Here I am walking to Delilah...no questions asked, I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to a more private setting. A part of her looked scared, a part of her looked nonchalant.

I calmed myself down, became dignified and had that "sister soul, woman to woman, black sister support" talk with her. I mean it's not like Delilah is a complete stranger.

So I brought it up " Look, I know what you went through with your baby daddy. You know how bad it was for you to handle him doing as he pleases in your life.  If there's one thing you can do for me, as a fellow sister, that's to understand my pain and love for this man".

 I don't know you'd expect her to have some sort of understanding. But the way she looked through me, pierced right into my heart and I knew, I was screwed. This thing was an unashamed hoe. I have never seen so much heartlessness in a female before. Had she really no heart? no respect for herself?  no respect for people's relationships? Was she that desperate to show me she can be the lowest type of female on the pyramid?  

so we finished our "woman to woman" session but what happens next shocked me..We walked away from each other unharmed and as I was walking to my boyfriend, I noticed a change in the way he looked at me. he wasn't the same man who I spoke to an hour ago . He opened his mouth and said "how could you do that? What did you say to her? You're embarrassing me"...

wait wait, did HE just say I AM the one embarrassing HIM?? Then he continued "look at the poor girl, strolling there waiting for me". I was soo confused!  He refused to touch me, wanted nothing from me!!! I walked off to my car and even though I wasn't crying anymore, I was shocked at how hoes get first preference. We can't call any black sisters hoes, I understand, but some sisters choose to earn that title. Why not ask God to help you earn a salary instead of earning titles like "relationship breaker, home wrecker, hoe"??

 I drove off but the pain in my heart was immeasurable..having to watch your man walk off to another girl, watching him protect her, defend her while you're the one he's dating?

Anyway I get home safe and wondered, is it worth it to call him?  or should I give him time to cool off? with tears rolling down my cheeks and my heart sitting on my throat, I wondered what would be best...

 Find out if I gave him time to sort myself or if my heart gave in and called that wicked man...