I'm writin' this one with tha song, "lies" by the Black Keys in my head.I just got word that a friend of mine, has got a case of the relationshits. (don't spellcheck me mofos i'll explain) Once you have found that special someone, whether at your favorite watering hole, office or champange room, you embark upon a journey to know them just as well as any proctologist or gynocologist would. Thus the relationship is born.
Now during this time, there will be a series of good times, bad times, and what tha f**k was I thinkin times. (indicators that signaled this shit may not be kosher.) But through the pain stakin' process, something tells you that this.... this.... being is the one for you. Now.... you done did it now, you went to Costco, Sam' club or that bodega near 125th and bought that symbol of yo luv....I pronounce you......
Fast forward seven long-ass, three and a half were good, four kids into the game years. She don't wear her hair like she used to. You don't wear your stomach, like you used to. But you being the.... hee hee.... man you are, decides he want to rectify the situation with a little rectum. (some booty people. an affair. keep up guys)
That brings us to the relationshits. Look I don't pretend to about this courtin' s**t.But I know this, It's better to be upfront about your unhappiness in a relationship, than to take matters into your own hands. It's extremely hard when kids are in the picture, but when do you start back being the person you were, instead of the person you've become?
For some, there are many that are in a good place with their relationship. Then there are those that are running out the clock, waitin' out the obvious. Life is to short for anybody to be removed from happiness too long, The only way to stop the relationshits is get is to take a dose of common sense, followed by a steady diet of positivity, then have a piece of mind now and then. If not, they got Depends on sale at Walgreens.
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