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Few days ago I remembered how I use to see mothers with children. I was 20 and I had way too much selfconfidence. Those women were so far away from me, kind of like aliens. They were in rush all the time, running late everywhere, falling asleep during meetings, they returned 3 times back to the office basically forgetting the basic things, anxiously searching in theirs huge handbags while diapers and cookies were most frequent things they have found there. In the evening they never went with us to any party. They were working well, they just didn’ t enjoy it as deep as we did. We were willing to sleep in the office, they were nervously watching clock running home as soon as they had a chance.

I was just silly and naïve bimbo. If they thought I am arrogant, I could not blame them. What impression do I make today?

First of all: I often look like walking zombie! Getting up every day latest at 6:30. Me… who hardly ever got out of sheets before eleven during weekends. I haven’ t slept for 5 years now. 5 yearss!!!!!!

My life can be described as hunting the time. Also as switching only two chanels … kid ...work…kid…work. I am home with her, but they calling me from work that some highly important package didn’ t arrive into its destination and I am suppose to fix that. Before I realize who is the person on the phone I am trying to update my memory and put it onto the sence. He must think I am crazy!

Where is my book with notes, names, phone numbers…dammit. Where is it?! Got it…hurray…at the same moment I am noticing that my child just climbed on the window or that is dangerously hanging on the playground swing. Where is my concentration? Or I am trying to use my force to get frozen fish out of freezer, phone is getting ridiculously prolonged and I am running out of time that I promised myself I will take to sit down and draw horses or put together car races in the middle of living room with my child.
That’s the most important, but also I cant leave and not prepare any lunch (and dinner at once) for my babyssiter to give to my child.

I will be late again for a meeting! And I didn’ t finish my translations yet. OH laundry is still in the washmachine. And what I wanted to wear is not ironed. Dammit. Phone again. This time not as pleasant one, person on the other line is screaming at me and I am trying to explain to him details while my child is yelling: “Mamiiiiii ,don’ t be on the phone…..mamiiiiii!” while hugging my leg.
On the meeting I am trying to find something nervously in my huge handbag. Of course without any luck, instead the floor hit plastic toy and cookies. After 20 minuts I got to feel last night when I didn’ t get much sleep cause little one has cough and even thought I am trying my best…my head is climbing and my eyes are closed. Coleage handed me over a natural coffein pill, it will kick you back to alive mode ..…he said.
He was looking at me kindly…..or did I see in his eyes something about aliens????

Invitation with address of yours arrived, just like they use to do
I read those words...Only I know they came already yesterday.
Maledetta Primavera ended without any illusions at all
Now all my memories Iam trying to puzzle together
I coud not share a single tear....I swear I tried!

Once even crying weary...

Too little is left that would be worthed to talk about
And we thought it’s gonna last forever
We didn’ t need words to speak then....and we don’ t need them now

Yet again I was naïve and stupid cause I thought
you were mine unexpected Maledetta Primavera
Exctited that you gonna tie me down with passion
And I don’t seem to remember that it would really happened.

Softly is disappearing....bitternes from a lonely morning
How often days turning from nowhere to nowhere.
I am getting use to the fact,that you are not around anymore
I was lucky, it might have been much much worse.

I am curious, who will be the next that will tie me down with passion
And my Maledetta Primavera will welcome me into the heavens door.

This was like the 3rd night in a row. Drinking,laughing, crying, nagging, singing.
3 weeks left to the wedding. We had those long cheeringfull nights only your girlfriends can give you. And the bride was freaking out!

First night we were all about planning the furture, what an amazing man she is marrying and how happy they'll be.
Second night we somehow ended on all his faults, mistakes and things she does not like and she is scared off. And the 3rd night was total agony. Desperate calculation of ex' s and what she will never be able to turn back and experience once she will tie the knot.


"My ex is still in contact with me" she said fairly drunk and starring at the wall."He does not want to let me go, he wants me back" she whispered."Kind of the I' ll never give you up itch". Her eyes were sparkling for a second with hope and excitement.
"Honey, If he wants you back, it is only because you are taken now, and he wants to have sex with you for the last time.If you are responding to him you feeding his hope".
She gave me suspicious look and gasp at me "You see sex behing everything!"

Ok, I didn' t want to get her frustrated, but I didn' t want to get her hurt either.
"Look If you did hurt his feelings by breaking up with him ,he should stop talking you to you whatsoever...he won't write you...call you...NADA. Thats a fact. If he still trying and you know he is not the type that goes backwards.....there is a high chance he just wants to get revange. Sleep with you and kick you out five minutes aftewards. Just for his own feeling of victory. It' s that simple."

But to be fair you can have sex with your ex. Just be prepared for the fact that If the sex is good...you don' t have it anymore. And If it' s bad....you just had sex with an ex."

"If you poke with the stick. It will poke back. I would not give him a chance to poke honey, and most definately not with his stick!"

We do marry certain type of man for the same reason we breaking up with other. Don' t look back.....move foward and squeeze the best out of everything that future has prepared for you.
Cheers.

Ok so to be a regular blogger you need to write regulary. Which is hard to do without reflecting your actuall living situation into your articles. People like it, they think it is fun as they read about others people mysery. Well, except those, who you actually write about. But I got hated for that so many times I cant get bothered anymore. If you play with the fire you get burned now and then. And you knew that from the beginning. Yes, I am politically incorrect. On the other hand I am giving these persons feeling of being special.....that I am taking time to write about them stories, that since their reflecting some real facts, very often they are being exgagerrated and mixed with other characters as well.

With that being said, I also have to admit that I am not all that funny. I like to borrow specifics lines from series quotes or songs which most of you know by now.You wanna know how does it look like when real story is being written by somebody elses words?

It looks something like this:

Like every woman consumed with a relationship problem, I needed a project to keep my mind from obsessing and my hands from dialling his number.…which was like a week ago when I was writing all these articles to get it out of me. Get what out of me exactly?...I don’t know. …. When things come too easy we’re suspect. Do they have to get complicated before we believe they’re for real?Do we need drama to make relationship works?...... When it comes to relationships, I couldn’t help but wonder. What are we fighting for?

In love relationships there is a fine line between pleasure and pain. In fact it is a common belief that a relationship without pain is a relationship not worth having. To some pain implies growth. But how do we know when the growing pains stop and the pain pains begin? Are we masochists or optimists if we continue to walk that fine line?.....I got misserable, cause I saw it like this: ME: You don’t even care if I’m in your life! HIM: Would you calm down? ME: No! I’m so tired of calming down!....ME: It’s not your fault, because I never say it. So now I punched you, so now I have to say it. So now I’m gonna say it. I feel like, I’m in your life, and nothing has really changed. And I know you can’t change a man, and you definitely can’t change a man like you, but… I still want something to change. A little bit. For me…

Then on the sofa he said: “I need some space”, “Sure” I said shuffling on the other side of sofa. :I didn’t mean the leg room”,he replied. I had a choice. I could run, or I could stand and ask him the question that if I didn’t ask, would haunt me the rest of my life. “Why not me?” I forced him to make his point with words so unkind I blocked them out of my head forever. He just called it honesty. I started thinking about honesty. Maybe the whole idea was overrated. Maybe coming clean is the ultimate selfish act: a way to absolve yourself by hurting someone who doesn’t deserve to be hurt. Breakups are awful and they are not necessarily symptomatic of what two people had together.

And then there is the way you talking with your girlfriends about your “relationship”. It looks like this:

Friend 1: I could see it going somewhere. ME: : Oh please, listen, half the time I can't even understand him. We have nothing in common, he's in and out of Europe... Friend1: That could be good! Friend 2: Honey, you're not listening. She only wants him to be in and out of her. ME: Yes, but in a much less obvious-sounding way.

ME: What does he think I’ m gonna do? Get my period and ruin his empire? THEM: Who knows, hes a man. You could lay your p*ssy on a table right in front of him and still not know what he thinks.

A man can't deny what he is. He can convince everybody else he is someone else, but never himself.

And then they asked me? “You call this relationship?” ME: Well it’ s tedious and the sex is twendling so from what I’ ve heard…yes.
That's the thing about needs. Sometimes when you get them , you don't need them anymore. But still we were having one of those great first dates that you can only have when its not an actual date. And I am not going to replace a man with some battery-operated device!
Them: Oh who cares what you are just enjoy it. ME: No I need to know where is this going. THEM: We need to know where you going as well since evidently you’ ll be having sex there.
All men are like drug. Sometimes they bring you down and sometimes like now, they get you so high and monogamy is fabulous. It gives you a deep and profound connection with another human being, and you don't have to shave your legs as much. OR you can keep him as a fu*k buddy…. A fuck buddy is a guy you probably dated once or twice and it didn't really go anywhere, but the sex is so great you sort of... keep him on call. Ooo, like dial-a-dick?

Men do this all the time. Women walk around thinking "we," and their version of "we" is "me"... and my dick!
When men attempt bold gestures, generally it's considered romantic. When women do it, it's often considered desperate or psycho.” To be in a couple, do you have to put your single self on a shelf?”
Well I'm a trisexual. I'll try anything once.”

ME: But I still think he is the BEST! Friend 1: "Best" is the worst. Friend 2 "Best" is like saying "not love”.
I’m in the middle of this and I can’t, I can’t see. I needed to say it to yank myself out of it. And I did. "I love you, but I love myself more" except I forgot to add the but there. We are so over, we need a new word for over.

Friend1: Well, let's just say it: you won. ME: Was there a contest? Friend 2: please! There's always a contest with an ex. It's called "who will die miserable."


This complete text is putted together from Sex And The City quotations.

Long story short...

He screams: Everybody listen all over the world I got a story 'bout my favorite girl
On the beginning I thought:…Oh, my baby sexy for sure I had to have him when he walked through the door .
On his mind…She was about to drive me insane...She come with drama while I'm giving her chains
Then I realized…….I'm focused but I'm losing control…….He only wants me for my body zone (Wait a minute)

Him : Girl, why you do me like that? ….Can't even call a player back

Well I say…..Boy, why you tripping like that? You think 'cause you tricking you get it just like that?

I was minding my business, I was doing my thing .Got my attention, so I gave him a chance. Gave him my number, he was trying so hard (Wait a minute)
Bought me some things I didn't want, didn't need
Dropped down his jeans like I'm supposed to drop to my knees (Wait a minute)
He been blowing up my phone like he know me.....Been leaving messages "You know what you owe me now"

Girl, why you do me like that? ….Can't even call a player back

Boy, why you tripping like that? …..You think 'cause you tricking you get it just like that? (Wait a minute)

What is your problem daddy? You're disturbing my flow. Why you be bugging? ……Like I'm some kind of hoe?..... Got no more questions and I want you to go.....So break (Break)

Hey, let me talk to you for a minute Shut up...shut up

I love the way you strut ……Girl, you already know But, I'm feeling like you don't want me...You just after my dough.
Baby, please, I'm fine ….I'm not one of these hoes ......Chasing dreams not diamond rings
So don't call me no more (Wait a minute)

Girl, why you do me like that? ……..Can't even call a player back (Wait a minute)

Boy, why you tripping like that? You think 'cause you tricking you get it just like that?

You didn' t want to believe I am only after fun, so moment you stopped being fun.... you got the 3 words reason to run. Get it now? Ok then..........moving on.

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