If It's Meant To Be

Meant to be

"If its meant to be it'll be." "Things tend to work themselves out." 

Bitch if I slap you! You can't be serious.

I had a conversation with a good friend and his experiences were summed up like that. A decent guy, degree in hand and 'government' job. You know the kind of guys Bonquisha them wanna pop lock and drop it on. Even I was stumped to why with all of these things, not neglecting intelligent conversation and good looks ladies, kept happening to him. 

Did he kill puppies in a past life or are both of us delusional to the world around us? I would hope not. So why is it that not one, but two ladies decided that, that's the way love goes?

You're kidding me right? 

But when Devonte' has already sold you his hood boy dreams, got your trust, raw dog you and your ass pregnant and headed down a road of regret, then you remember Mr Nice Guy. The dude about his paper, a steady head, intelligent  who treated you right. 

Well don't worry Suzie Q, by now he's well on the road to being happily married with someone who understands him, appreciates him and knew that anything worth having was worth working for!

My college grads, shit my high school graduates can attest to that feeling of accomplishment. Knowing those parties you missed, drunken escapades with Trene you skipped (Caitlin lol) were all worth it! Your education now being something that no one can take from you. 

The same applies to relationships, only thing is, forever is work!

O you wanna marry Mr. Nice Guy, have his babies, be with him forever! It takes hard work. Constant compromise, communication and respect. If you weren't willing to put in the work when things got serious, you should have let Mr. Nice Guy know, not drag him through a muck of things that were unnecessary all because you weren't woman enough to admit your short-comings. 

Ladies wonder why they can't find a good man (some not all so please put your weapons down) when they've found him but passed him over for Devonte'. Do you boo-boo but real and  honest with yourself. That should help you in turn to be honest with Mr. Nice Guy. Like KB sang, 'she want a thug'. Make up your mind so no one's time gets wasted.