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Hello Everyone. How was your weekend? I hope it was great? I
slept for most of mine. Cold. The cough syrup helped J. While thinking of the title
to give this post, ‘Tribute to the Ex’ came to mind. So, I had to confirm that
tribute is not only used with regards to a dead person. I don’t like wahala in
my life o.
Well, this post is about the things that I’m grateful to my
EX for. Let me first tell you that our break-up was not amicable at all.
Considering the betrayal and all I went through in the hands of this EX, I
should be cursing the day I met him, and maybe I have in the past. However, all
that is behind me now. How else will you learn that there are wolves in sheep
clothing if you do not encounter them? I know, I know, it’s better to learn
from someone else’s mistake than yours. Well, some of us are not that lucky. I
have made peace with my errors.
So, I found out I actually owe him gratitude for some
things. First, would be my love for rock. I love rock! I don’t know what I would
do without my favorite rock songs, from my favorite rock artists. I sleep, wake
breathe and eat contemporary Christian rock! Although my EX would have to share
some of this gratitude with my Bestie, he fueled my love for rock by
introducing me to the artists and providing me with the tapes and cds to
satiate my incessant craving for it.
Next would be my love for my wonderful premier league club,
Chelsea. He was a die-hard Chelsea fan. He never missed any match, not if he
could help it. He would race off, literally to watch a Chelsea match. I saw him
dash through the streets of my campus to meet up with a match’s start up time. He
even has a dog that he named Chelsea. So, his love and passion for Chelsea rubbed
off on me like it did with rock.
Lastly, another thing I owe him gratitude for is my aversion
to being overweight. He did not like it when someone was fat. In fact, he detested
it. It offended me sometimes, the way he would make snidely remarks concerning
someone who was overweight. And, he did not let me rest too, because you see, I
was slightly overweight at the time. He never failed to mention how I was
adding weight, bla bla bla. So, that one rubbed off too. After we broke up, I
gradually lost weight. One time, I was so skinny, it worried my parents and
friends.
But really, it wasn’t so much about being skinny to meet a
stereotype as it was being comfortable in my own skin and being happy with
myself. Having been on both sides, I have discovered that I like myself better,
slim. Note that I did not say ‘love’ but ‘like’. I love myself, anyway. So, it
probably took all his snide remarks to make me see that I preferred being slim,
or am I just off my rockers?
Well, that would be all on that for now. If I remember
something else I’m grateful to my EX for, I‘d let you know J. Catchya……….
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