Misunderstanding

Men are special ....so special, so special, so special ( to borrow from Movado)....

So I had a weekend Retreat...nuff, nuff work, and I knew I was due to be sick, so I prayed about it and struck a deal with God that I would be a good girl on the weekend if he grants me this one wish....He lived up to his end of the bargain, with a little pain here and there, and I lived up to mine with few lapses in resolve...nothing too harmful. I was prepared then for a Tuesday of not so good feeling....it did not disappoint. By Wednesday morning, having spent the night in pain, I broke down and called Boogie.

He came......he got my medication from the Pharmacy, he got my hot water bottle, he stroked my hair and tummy until I fell asleep, and made me soup. It felt good being taken care of for a change. He was always good to me in these times, and I absolutely love him for it. Needless to say, he didn't go to work. He spent the day being my nurse and it felt good feeling him snuggle in behind me as we slept.

Imagine my surprise when in a period of better feeling, I took a work call, while he was on a work call I might add, only to find that this pissed him off.....not a little, but a lot.....he stormed out...what the f--k. What did I do?...he was on a call....I don't get it.....his next contact was at 11:00 p.m. to ask if I was feeling okay...I was doubled up in pain but I put on my most chirpiest of tones and said "yep".

I am fast understanding that there is no win win for me with him, I was calm and cool when he said he had to leave at six to go to an engagement, I could have been a bitch but I understood that it would have been inappropriate in the circumstances cause, after all, we are just friends. Mi nuh understand nuff things these days, so I will let it all go.....

Still sick, not even sure if this post makes sense but damn, men need to come with a handbook that can help us deal better with each other.