What I Hate About Relationships
ok so i’ve given this some thought since my last breakup with “mr. perfect” and have come to the following conclusion. EVERY, and i do mean EVERY, relationship i have EVER been in has been all about my partner making claims in the begining of completely accepting me for who i am. Yet they never follow through with it. EVER. I understand that all relationships require compromise, some sacrifices, etc… but to place an expectation on your significant other to completely altar their core being is just flat out bullshit. i’ve been asked to change my hair (i like it short, and i like wild colors)… to the point of, “grow it long and keep it natural looking.” well wait a second… wasn’t my wildness a part of the “charm” you felt for me in the first place? that i didn’t fit neatly into a niche of bimbetteness?
then their is the issue with my weight. yes years ago, not so many of them either, i was WAY too skinny. i couldn’t gain a pound if i caught it with my bare hands. breasts? nearly non-existant. i actually had considered implants at the time. really. and i’m opposed to plastic surgery. so yes, due to medication over the last several years i’ve gained a SIGNIFICANT amount of weight. but guess what? in the last 12 months alone i’ve managed to shed 40, almost 50 pounds right there. so i’m well on my way to gaining my “girlish” figure again. if you start out dating me when i’m “hefty” don’t bitch about it later. the end.
tattoos. yes i have tattoos. i have 2 of them. one is the triple moon, very small, quite simple, on the back of my neck. it was my first one. it was my way of expressing my newfound religion and i wanted to celebrate it. then two years ago i decided i wanted one more. it’s on my ankle and foot (right one to be exact). it’s of two intertwined thorn vines around my ankle/shin area with a triquetra in the center. tucked “beneath” it is a peacock feather that snakes down the top of my foot. i designed it, put a lot of thought into it, and even sought out the ONLY tattooist in the area i trusted with the job. guys see it and always say they like it… but then comes the next demand; “NO MORE TATTOOS”
um hello? isn’t this MY body??? who are YOU to tell ME what to put or not put on it? you can tell me you don’t care for them, they aren’t your thing, you would prefer no more but all in all it’s MY choice not YOURS.
then comes the money. yes i’m on disability and will be all my life. this means i have a VERY small income. i have to carefully budget EVERY month down to the last dime. sure i have a few extra dollars here and there to buy a litttle something for myself in the end, but bills are a necessity and MUST be paid first. and men? well, they CLAIM not to be materialistic but when push comes to shove they don’t want to be “burdened” by a woman who can’t “pull her weight.”
then comes the housework. yeah, i’m not betty crocker or miss merry maid. i DO have a back conditon as well. sure i can do maintenance work such as dishes, bathroom, laundry, cook, etc… but if you want a woman to get on her hands and knees and scrub the floors hire a damn maid. i simply can NOT do it. hence, disabled… duh.
religion. wow, yeah where to begin on this one? every man i’ve been with (except one) was NEVER happy with my religion. as my site states, i am wiccan. nothing, and i mean NOTHING, is going to change that… EVER. do not ask or tell me to hide my pentacle. or hide or lie about it to your friends or family. because when it boils right down to it if you are asking me to do that then you don’t have the NUTS to be a REAL man and defend me.
i guess all in all what i’m trying to get at here is if you “fall” for me the way i am exactly RIGHT now don’t try to change me later. if i’m not the woman you are looking for, then stop while you’re ahead, leave me alone, and go out and find her. oh, and if you cheat… i WILL know. make no mistake about that.
so that’s it. that’s my rant.