i am still waiting on my $150. i was promised $500 because it took so long to pay me back. i didn't ask for five hundred, i just wanted my measly one hundred and fifty dollars.
i am not rich. i make enough money to pay my bills, have dinner with my friends and get a mani/pedi every two weeks. and honestly i did not miss my money. i gave it to someone i loved that was in need. if it was returned great, if not i would be okay. and i have been fine the past two years, but there was a burning flint in my spirit that made me come back to the borrowed funds that were not returned. and even though i am the queen of petty, the borrower was the one who tossed gasoline and a whole ass lighter on my spark.
the person in question felt like i was the only one he could talk to regarding his relationship issues, despite him discarding me to be with other chicks (whole 'nother blog). as a glutton for extra punishment, i listened to the gripes. on two separate occasions, one of his complaints was how he gave these women large sums of money and they didn't appreciate it. now i am writing this blog about a small amount of money, but he was talking thousands he had given away. i said nothing about it ... at first. my sister told me to forget about, i would never see my money again. i had settled on that fact to be true, but this new information set me aflame. so i chose to address the situation and explained how i was confused that i had not received what i was due. the response was a lot of yelling and screaming and eventually an "i forgot". okay ... but again it is more than two years later, you still don't remember?
this blog was written to get the monkey of my back. since we parted ways, he is too shamed to read anything i write because it is mostly about him. so this was for me. do i think i will ever see my money? naw i doubt it. my friends says it is the last connection he has to continue to talk to me. he doesn't need to talk to me, just hit me on the Cash App. i will keep hoping on that notification.