Mr. Good Dick!

Mr. Good Dick

    He is never going to love me like I want, need,  or even deserve to be loved. I know a lot of you ladies know what I mean because you are going through, been through or know someone that has been through what i’ve been through.People on the outside are looking in, like why but they do not understand.  The dumbest thing to them is loving a no good man. Especially if you are a good woman. But the heart wants what the heart wants. The heart wants a fairy tale but this is real life it does not work that way for most people. But sometimes what we think is the heart is other parts.  Now I do not know what you or your people’s excuse is but mine is that Dick is GOOD. I am talking about EXCEPTIONAL. A taste of it had me forgetting and forgiving real quick.

     But I did not get to this conclusion easily because I was head over heels in love one time or so I thought. I had to do some soul searching. Yes there are many things that I love about my Mr. Good Dick. But at the end of the day what I hate about him outweighs the things I love. What I hate is the fact that good dicks do not pay the bills and he does not give a damn about hurting me. 

     The thing about loving a no good man is that he does not care about your feelings. He will tell you he loves you. But the thing about true and real love is the IDEA of hurting that person hurts you. Therefore if a man really loves you then he will not cheat or hurt you. Because in essence it’s hurting himself.

      He will apologize and swear he will do better and maybe he does for a little while. But you always keep getting hurt. But his game is good. He makes you feel some type of way. You keep hoping he will change. But he does not. But you keep going back to him. Forgiving him. It is a reason why you have to figure it out.

    For me, let’s say I went through a process. So with my process I started to pay attention to how he got me back after I felt so strong about it being over. One day after being extremely hurt and angry I found myself forgiving him again. That is when I was like how? Then I started paying attention. But I will tell you it was not overnight. Because I would figure out how he got me and the next time I was prepared for it. But he would have a new game for me.Basically I peeped his game. But at the end of the day it always led to sex. It is like he ran a game to get to the sex because once he got the panties I would feel so good I would not want to spoil the moment with arguments. So it was like all is forgiven. But after I went through my process which was first to eradicate the game. I would tell him what his game was the next time when he tried to use it. Then he never would use that one again. Eventually he ran out of games. Let me tell you from that day until this day this man does not argue with me. 

     An example of his game would be accusing me of doing something. Like Turbo said he saw you at the store. Then he would be like “Oh so you met Turbo at the store?”   Now he is mad at me.  So I end up defending a ridiculous accusation forgetting about what he did. An accusation he knew was not true. But he wanted to get the conversation off him. So he ends up forgiving me in the end because I am so dumb explaining myself when he is the one supposed to be explaining to me.

     But at the end of the day I had to realize it is what it is. He is a selfish man . He wants me for himself so that is why he put the effort up to lie and connive. But not enough to sacrifice himself for his sexual urges for other women or whatever it is that makes him want to be the community dick. What I really wanted was my Mr. Good Dick to myself and if he was not gone give me that then so I was done. Guess what he wasn’t. He showed me many times by hurting me.  It doesn’t take much to get him in bed it seems. If he was a woman he would be labeled a whore. But because he is a man he is praised for his behavior. If he was not a male whore I could deal with him. But no woman wants a man that sleeps with everyone, especially in this day and age. 

But we were not supposed to be like that with each other and we were young back then. It never crossed my mind and I neither thought about or looked at him in a sexual way. We were supposed to be friends.

     But alcohol is a motherfucker and I made the mistake of getting drunk with my Mr. Good Dick. I was with my girls. They should have had my back but they let me leave drunk with him. I do not usually drink. Next thing I know I came too screaming his name. I was in and out of consciousness but the bits and pieces I was able to put together and remember was tantalizing. In this day and age it would have been considered rape but for me it was a lesson learned. We talked the next day  about how we were drunk and it was a mistake. How we were sorry and it would not happen again. We stayed away from each other for a good month and a half. Then one day he caught me outside and told me to come ride with him. We messed around again. We did not go all the way but he satisfied my body in ways I did not know was possible. I saw the stars and felt like I might die from pleasure. From that day I have been butter in his hands. Until I took a stand and said goodbye to Mr. Good Dick.

Coming soon Mr. Good Dick the book. 

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