“I have come to a point in my life were I ask myself , what the hell was I thinking getting involved with Mark? I don’t remember the last time we made love. It’s funny how you can recall the first time but fail to remember the last. I call that a love that’s gone sour, a love that was so eager to flee it forgot its luggage at the airport.
Long gone are the times when I knew everything about him, we used to share every little tiny detail together but not any more cause most times I feel like am in a relationship with a stranger. I can simply compare him to the guy that stops his car to give a lift to the pretty gal standing by the road side only for him to drop her off without even asking for her number. I hate arguing with him; he gives me such a terrible headache, his so annoying. Am getting fed up, I think am going to move out, give him his car back, I can come stay with you, but don’t worry it won’t be for long, I know he will come begging, wanting to have me back. Do you think that is a good idea?”

So there I was acting as a depression pillow ,quietly listening to my friend’s small talk . Personally I have met Mark and he is a charming guy, I wonder what he sees in her. Now don’t get me wrong am not being jealous but honestly specking she’s a pain in the A**. Always complaining. Telling me how am so lucky being single ‘’Bitch Please.’’ was my silent response.
Hearing her go on and on , I wanted to blow up, If only the cars could start moving so she could concentrate on the road and not run her mouth. today all I needed was some traffic jam silence.