Recently I broke it off with my lover of a few years and foolishly told my friends.
They immediately got on me.
“What girl, are you crazy?” One said.
“ That brother was fine, have you lost your mind?” Another said.
“Shit girl what did he do?” The third asks.
“Fucker was a cheater,” the fourth said.
I simply smiled at them and said. “No, he wasn’t cheating and I haven’t lost my mind.”
“ Shit, if you don’t want him, I’ll take him. Fine as the brother was, you must have lost it.” The second friend said, she was not a real friend.
I knew she had wanted my man from the jump, she never spoken on it until now thou. She might have even tried him for all I know,
but that wasn’t the reason I broke it off with him.
” Then why did you give that brother up?” The first one asked me.
We were at Mac-a-deeds eating lunch and using the free Wi-Fi.
I simply said sipping on an ice tea.“ He wanted fifth-one percent.”
They all nodded with understanding, except the Bitch that wanted my man.
Now for those of you, who do not know what Fifth-one percent means, let me school you.
My Aunt gave me some advice when I was about sixteen.
She told me that love was never fair nor was it ever even.
She had gone through some hard times with men and had learn a hard lesson she was welling to share with her young niece who was out to find love in a world that’s full of hurt and pain.
“Love a man that loves you more than you love him,” she said.
I asked her why?
“Women,” she told me, “as a whole give all of themselves, all of their hearts to a man, wither he’s a good man or not, its innate in us to love that way. We always give Fifth-one percent. When we do, more often than not, we are the ones that end up hurt with baggage. So we must consciously be aware of how and to whom we give our hearts.
“In being aware we must asks ourselves one question, are we welling to surrender something precious, offered freely, in the hopes that the love we feel is reciprocated?
Always aware that it might come back broken filled with regret, heartache or pain.
If the answer is yes, then give the Fifth-one percent, because a life full of love is a precious thang indeed, but if the answer is no give forty -nine percent that way your heart will always recover to seek love again without bitterness and baggage.”
I understood that because love is never fair and it’s never even, and one of you will always love more than the other in a relationship. Be aware of this and guard yourself, if at all possible be the forty-nine percent until the answer is yes.
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