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Boiling Water


There’s been plenty of times I’ve found myself cooking after a long day of work when I’d rather just order some take out. It always seems like when I’m in a time crunch to get dinner done…it takes forever to finish! For example, spaghetti or any type of pasta is always a quick “go to” meal for my son and I. It doesn’t take long to finish the meal at all. However, when you’re constantly watching the pot, the water never boils. The minute you walk away and take your mind off it is when the magic seems to happen.  I find this scenario to be true in my dating life as well.

Why is it that I put all this time into people, do the hard work, get them to a good spot only to walk away and they start to boil? After all, I’m the one who knew what the temperature should be. I’m the one who added the right amount of water to the pot, I’m even the one who turned the damn stove on. It irritates me so much to date someone and put all this time into them only for us to split and they get everything they could possibly want or need in their next relationship, when they could do the bare minimum with me. In my last relationship for example I chop it up to us calling it quits due to financial reasons and neglect.  A few months ago, I get a phone call and he explain to me that he’s having twins. I’m sure the Fenty makeup, $6.99 flowers I randomly wanted from the grocery store and my cell phone bill paid sounds like a much better bargain to him now. A man without children was always a plus in my book because I someday wanted to be able to give them something special. I felt like I laid the foundation for someone else to enjoy living in the house. 

I’m not Doc McStuffins and I’m no longer “fixing” anyone up. The only ongoing project I want to focus on is myself. I get it that no one is perfect, but the next man better be close to it because I don’t have the time for fixer-uppers. Mamas, you can’t date potential. Potential will not pay the bills, nor will it put food on the table. If the water isn’t already boiling by the time I come in the kitchen I’m not trying to eat.

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