Women, you’re killing me. It seems no matter how hard men try to keep relationships alive, you all work harder to negate our efforts. What’s worse is many have gone and gotten help. Help from who you ask?
From that trifling, stay-in-your-business, can’t-keep-a- man friend of yours. You know who I’m talking about, the one who you take to the mall with you so you can get all the attention. The one who is in the background making adolescent comments when he calls. The one who told you to cut your hair because it will be cute like that. Yeah, her.
If my car breaks down, I go to a mechanic, because he’s been trained to fix cars. That his car runs fine reassures me that he knows what he’s doing.
If I’m sick, I go to an M.D. at a respected institution, not some guy coughing and wheezing behind a white van trying to sell me Robitussin.
Staying uniform with reasonable tactics, wouldn’t it make sense to get advice from someone in a successful marriage or relationship?
Misery loves company. It may sound cliché-ish but it’s true. If you’ve found someone to spend time with, go out with and talk to, where does that leave your so-called “best gyrlfriend”? Out in the cold.
When both of you didn’t have a man it was cool because y’all could pacify each other’s longings for male companionship with “gyrl’s nights out” and ladies night at the club, which are attempts to: a) Help her find somebody, or b) Get you to meet another guy so you can lose what you have. Plus, you always had someone to complain to about how no good men are and how the both of you were better off without one. (You know the whole, “I can do bad by myself” b.s.)
Now, all of a sudden, you say things like, “Maybe not all men...” or “You’ll find someone who...” and that translates to treason with your “best gyrlfriend.” What is she to do?
You know what she does. She sabotages your relationship. She takes any opportunity to down your new companion. She makes statements like, “He got you sewed up,” or “You don’t have time for your real friends anymore.”
How do you react? You listen. Not at first, though; it takes a while. You defend him initially as he well deserves, but slowly and surely your walls of defense break down. You start to consider her twisted views about the person you began to care about, and eventually you start to nod your head when she downs his every action.
Then it happens. He does something remotely improper, neglecting to make one phone call or making plans that don’t include you after you said, “I don’t know if I’ll be free by then,” and your alleged “best gyrlfriend” accuses him of everything under the sun and you go along.
You allow someone with no personal life outside of Oprah, Days of Our Lives and being a groupie to tell you how to run something she has no idea how to run. If she did, she would be in a relationship herself. Screw all that talk about “I’m by myself by choice, not force.” She’s by herself because nobody worth having wants her and a real man won’t put up with her foolishness.
Some of you fellas out there are dealing with these “best gyrlfriends” dipping their cups into the Kool-Aid when they don’t know the flavor. I’m going to tell you what to do. Don’t recklessly kick her to the curb.
Communicate with her. Try to talk to her calmly and explain that you want to work things out with her, not her and her untrusty sidekick. But if that doesn’t work:
Shine her up really nice, turn her sideways and Kick her 2 da curb.
