So things did not work out with TaDOW. From this point forward we are calling him bd–BIG DISAPPOINTMENT. I had seriously gotten my hopes up with him. I don’t understand how someone can be so into you then drop off the face of the Earth. bd finally talked to me a couple weeks ago. His excuse for not responding was that I already seemed really mad and he didn’t want to deal with it so he kept ignoring me. All I could do was laugh. I have never in my life had someone be so much of a ballsack toward me. I never sent him anything rude, mean, out of line, or angry for that matter. Asking for a conversation about what is going on is not angry. How about you stop being a little cunt bitch, be a man and talk to me? After getting the run around, zero answers, and just a complete shit conversation, I told him I was going to just move on and leave him alone. Mind you, all this happened on snapchat. Are we in junior high or in our 30’s? I have never been so embarrassed before. Okay okay…maybe I have. But this is up there in the top five for sure.

I kept him on my snap like the petty person I am though. bd will see this GLOW UP! I don’t know what his reasonings were for acting the way he did, but it isn’t my problem anymore. He will send me random messages like he did before we started talking and I just ignore them or say something very smartassy. He did end up saying that my version of events weren’t correct, but I am smart enough to know he was deflecting. He also had the audacity to tell me I wasn’t consistent and when I asked how he ignored me. I honestly hope he finds some sort of happiness. I have to feel sorry for someone that is clearly very unhappy in life. That is the only explanation for him acting shitty towards me when I didn’t do a damn thing.

The one thing I can say I am happy about is the fact we did not have sex. I usually get very attached when I have sex with someone I like. Can ya’ll imagine? I would’ve went off the deep end. I can’t lie and say I’m not sad about the situation. I let it consume me sometimes and I know that is unhealthy. I think about that and then immediately wonder if I will ever be happy with someone or be alone forever.

I recently got Tinder again because I am a glutton for punishment. Of course bd was on there and me being the stupid bitch I am, I swiped right. He did too and that pissed me off even more. You give me the excuse you can’t talk to me because you’re so stressed with work and busy, but you have time to swipe on tinder. Makes sense.

Swiping left and right is old. It brings zero joy to my life. I was fine when I was 24 and had a will to live. I am about to be 31. I am single, drowning in debt, drive an old car, and getting fatter by the day. BUT, I can change all that… and I will. I have no one stopping me but myself.

Anyway, back to Tinder. I have had quite a few matches and they are all so gross. The pick up lines. The desperation. The pushiness. I have unmatched a good bit of them because of their AUDACITY. I make it clear what I am looking for and they still have the nerve to step to me like uncultured fucks. So, I save all of us some time and unmatch. What in this world makes you think I want to send you a picture basically of my uterus when I don’t even know your last name? BYE!

As far as bd, I am not over it. I am hurt. I am upset. I am tired. I know that one day I will get over it. I know I need to start by deleting him from all my social media, but like I said, I want him to see this glow up.

He will come crawling back like five of my exes recently have.

I hope ya’ll are staying safe during COVID and being nice humans toward one another.

This world needs all the love right now.


XO Vanessa



I have been pretty MIA and I am not really sure why. This is a great outlet for me to vent considering I haven’t seen my therapist in 9 months. Yep! I started seeing a therapist. After my last post I was very suicidal and destructive. I finally admitted to myself that I needed help. Things were going great with that for a while quite honestly. I got a new job in September so that had put a halt on my sessions. It’s really hard not to go back to that dark place whenever Im just so unhappy. Tonight isn’t a good night for me so I decided to open up the old MacBook Pro and see what could come of this.

Let’s backtrack to November so you can understand why I am where I am now.

So mid November a guy that I knew messaged me on Facebook. This was a guy I actually didn’t like because whenever I was with Robocop, he was being shady and trying to get with me. It was just disrespectful. I liked the attention though. Cannot lie about that. Anyway, he asked if he could take me to dinner soon. I was like wow. Someone is asking me on an actual DATE? I haven’t been on a date since December 2018! I was ecstatic. I agreed with a quickness. I gave him my number so we could discuss further. So again, this guy has been telling me for over 10 years I was his dream girl, blah blah. It was the night of Thanksgiving and we still hadn’t gone on an official date, but ended up at the bar together. I ended up giving him amazing head because I cannot contain myself when it comes to that. Literally the next day he is messaging other females. LAWD. Here we go. So we discussed how that made me felt, and that if he wanted to me with me and work on this, he had to stop his shady ways. Well for a good two weeks, he was at my house. Slept over every night. A week or so before Christmas he started acting shady again. He was tagging random females in his Facebook posts, not talking to me at all throughout the day, not coming over. So I told him to come get his shit and leave and that I am not dealing with that. So that is what he did. A few weeks go by and he tells me that he never deserved me and that I was too good for him. At this point sir, you are correct. There were more things that happened in this situation, but just know he was toxic and I didn’t deserve that nonsense.

Let’s backtrack again to October. So I had tinder at this point and this guy who we will call TaDOW—Tall Drink of Water–HAHA. The man is like 6’2. Anyway, TaDOW would randomly send dick pics on snapchat…unwarranted! I repeatedly asked him to stop and he finally did. Something in my should just kept me from blocking him. I swear, from October until March, he would snap me every day asking for selfies and asking to date. He was obviously being a smarts but it worked for him. SOOOO, in March I finally gave him my number. I was drunk so I could blame it on that if we didn’t converse well. We hit it off great so again, my little hopes got up. SO PERKY. We talked from March 14th until beginning of May without meeting. It was such a non pressure situation. Until he came home this past Thursday and wanted me to come over. My heart sank into my ass. Now I have to be me. There is no escaping the awkwardness that is Vanessa when she meets someone she likes. It is fucking embarrassing. I left work, came home to bathe and shave my legs. Didn’t have to worry about shaving my kitty because I had literally just started my period that morning. So penetration was happening that night. So I start my 1 hour and 20 minute trek to his house. NERVOUS AS FUCK. What if he doesn’t like me? What if I am too fat for him? What if my breath is horrid? What if I’m to ghetto for him? I pull into his neighborhood and immediately feel even worse. THIS IS A CLASSY ASS HOOD! My Camry didn’t belong. So I finally make it into his driveway and he tells me he is coming. He had to get dressed because he just got out the shower. Umm sir? You had over an hour to do this, but okay. He walks out and my heart stops. This man is fucking beautiful. No picture could’ve ever prepared me for what was standing in front of me. I just sat there mesmerized and he gave me a look like “are you coming or not?”. I had him help me with my overnight bag, because I am psychotic and pack for 3 nights when I’m only spending one night. Walk into his house and I just feel, not like myself. I felt self conscious. I felt not good enough. I felt like I needed to go home to my little house and get under the covers and cry. I don’t know if he could sense that, but he asked if I wanted a beer and I nearly yanked his hand off to get it.

After watching a rather boring movie and a few great kisses later, we made our way to his room. There, I took my clothes off that I had on and slipped into some undies and a t shirt to get comfortable. He likes my ass so I made to sure to bring underwear that accentuated that. I start rubbing his back for him because he previously worked 31 days in a row offshore. He deserved it. He appreciated it. We laid for a bit then I moved my hand to his dick. My vagina might not work, but my mouth does. So I started going down on him. I have a sense that he likes to be the dominate in bed and that is fine sometimes. I can roll with it. When he kept forcing my head down to lick his taint, I did because that is actually one of my favorite things to do. He has a nice size package. No complaints in that department really. And he keeps is shaved. AMEN. So he ends up coming, and naturally I swallow it. I go brush my teeth because I know some men can be weird about kissing a woman after that. No lie, after all that went down, it was like a shift.

He faced the end of the bed, so I just rubbed his back. He fell asleep that way. Now, in all our texts while he was working he stated how bad he wants to sleep next to me and cuddle. There was ZERO cuddling that night. And I didn’t sleep. A WINK. Every negative thought went through my head. Does he not like what he sees? Am I ugly? Is he just too tired? This is only his second night in his bed after 31 days. Am I too fat? This went on until four am. I managed to get an hour or so of sleep. I finally woke up and there he was. Still on the other side of the bed. I wanted to be in his nook where I was at night for like five seconds while watching a movie. We had meshed so perfectly. So I went to curl up next to him but he had made what seemed like a fortress with the blanket. ALRIGHT THEN. He finally wakes up and just puts his arm across my chest. So naturally I started scratching it with my nails. That is just engrained in me at this point in my life. See a free arm, scratch it. Anyway, he then grabs me and starts spooning for like 2 minutes. He then tells me he has to go get his son. I didn’t plan on staying there that long because I had to come home to let my dog out, but damn. Was he kicking me out? I literally got ready in 2 minutes. That includes brushing my teeth and braiding my hair.

So I get all my stuff together and he is still in bed. Im waiting for him to walk me out but he isn’t moving. So I got the hint. I asked I’m if I could see him again before he goes back to work and he said definitely. Okay?! Did he fucking mean that?? The signals here were so crossed me for I know my face had to look fucked up. So I let myself out…which saddened me. He didn’t thank me for coming, he didn’t thank me for driving over an hour to see him, he didn’t even talk me to the door. He gave me a half ass hug from the bed and a kiss. I got in my old car and left. The whole drive home I was quiet. So many bullshit thoughts in my head.

Looking at my phone hoping for a text. Nothing. I finally get him and let him know I made it. Still nothing. I decided to take a nap since I didn’t get any sleep. I slept from 10am until 4pm. Still nothing. I chalked it up to him being with his son. I can be understanding! So the next day I still hadn’t heard from him. I decided to just tell him to have a great day. He responded and it was a short conversation. Didn’t help my nerves on the situation at all. Today I talked to him briefly. So this is where I am. A MESS. A disgusting mess.

All I can think of, what is wrong with me? Why can’t I find someone that likes me? Why am I not good enough? If he isn’t in to me he needs to tell me and not just ignore me or make me feel like an ass. I did express that to him in the beginning of all this. I will respect the fuck out of someone for being honest!

But today I sent him a pic and told him I don’t always look raggedy (which I did look a little rough meeting him) and that I probably didn’t make a great first impression because I was nervous because I liked him a lot. His response was “you’re cute”.

That wasn’t what I was looking for. At this point, I can’t say I don’t know what I am looking for because I do.

I want someone that believes in love as hard as I do. I want someone that wants to be romantic with me and never stop. I want someone to look at me every day and realize what they have. I want to be able to trust my man when we aren’t together. I want to feel wanted. I want someone to randomly surprise me with flowers or candy just because.

I never had those things. I truly believe they do exist. Romance isn’t dead. Love isn’t dead. Maybe just my effort into finding these things has died. I don’t want to settle, but I also don’t want to be alone. The older I get, the more I realize I want someone in my life. I look at my family and realize how happy they all are, and I’m just the fifth wheel. It’s tough to be single when you are 30+.

I will never force a relationship, but FUCK!!! I am so sick of being let down and heart broken. I don’t go out looking for these people. They find me. They wear me down until I finally fall, and we all know I fucking fall hard, then just leave me hanging.

So right now, I have no idea what is going on with me and this guy. The more I think about him the more I like him. He is good on paper. Tall, in shape, great job, an older son, no baby mama drama, a nice house, crazy FUNNY, easy going, laughs at my corny jokes, would always tell me I am beautiful. But I haven’t gotten any of that since we met. Am I looking to much into this? Is he truly spending all that time with his son he can’t pick up the phone to tell me he is thinking of me? Is he not wanting selfies (that he constantly asked for) because he doesn’t have time to ask? My answer to all of these is NO and it is heartbreaking. I haven’t lashed out on him because he doesn’t deserve that, but I am literally over here pulling my hair out. WHAT ARE WE DOING?! I don’t have time for these games.

I have wasted so much of my time on men, I don’t want to do it anymore. I CAN’T do it anymore. I am mentally, physically, emotionally drained. If this doesn’t work out I vow that I am not dating or entertaining a man until the year 2021.

I am going to give this guy a little more time before I decided to right him off, but I just know in my heart that he has probably already done that.


XO Vanessa



I am one of those suckers. For those of us who still believe in love, I pray for us all. So I’ve been MIA again. Depression can be a cunt. So around Christmas time I met a guy we will call Mr. Electric since he is an electrician. We clicked right away. He would snap, text, call me a lot. I thought we had something going. He even admitted his feelings in a text. So on the night I finally decide to have sex with him, I got my heart broken. First off, I did it against my better judgment, but he was so attractive I didn’t care. Second, I should’ve followed that judgment because his tool was smaller than my pinky. He lasted maybe four seconds, and that is me being lenient. Third, whenever I started talking about feelings, he shut down and basically told me to leave. WOW! If that doesn’t send someone into a depression, I don’t know what will. Bad sex and rejection…excuse me while I go fix a fucking drink to drown my sorrows in.

So, let’s talk about depression. For some reason, this got me to spiral bad. I didn’t want to live. I was sick of rejection, I was sick of caring about people. That night I took a shower in the dark and cried myself to sleep. The next time I took a variety of pills and went out to drink (which in no way do I condone. I know what I did was reckless.) I had to go to my sister’s house to give her my gun, because that is how tired I was of living. I’m doing better since I started therapy last week, but I still have my moments, like tonight.

This is where I segue into the other guy with the same exact real name as Mr. Electrician. We will call him Daddy Warbucks (Daddy for short because I am not typing all that shit out) because he is bald, has money, and is intimidating. I’ve known him on social media for over four years due to tinder. UGH. Anyway, we finally decided to meet. We met a few days after Christmas. I met him in a city in the middle of where we both live. When I tell you it was an amazing night, I am not lying. After my nerves settled, I realized what a gentleman this guy was. There was never a dull moment during our date, which was at the finest restaurant, with the finest food and wine. We ended up going back to his hotel room and just slept. He woke me up with oral. I guess he was hungry. He didn’t expect anything in return which was refreshing since I had bad cotton mouth. He just help me all night and morning in his big ass arms. It was great. The next day he told me we should do it again. I agreed. Guess who didn’t do it again?

Tonight we were supposed to go out, but I go stood up and I have a feeling I know why. Saturday I asked him what we were doing so I know how invested to get and I expressed that eventually I want a long term relationship. I am almost 30. I want to settle down. I want to share my life with someone. Obviously that freaked him out. I haven’t heard from him since. I am literally so tired and sick of men acting like children. Just tell me the truth, whatever it may be. I can handle that better than I can someone ignoring me. All evening I have been feeling so worthless. Why should I feel that way when I know what I have to offer? Why don’t these men feel worthless for treating someone like me with little to no respect?

I don’t go out looking for these men. They find me. They approach me. They ask me out. When shit gets real they run. If you have no intentions of being in someone’s life, don’t fucking start something with them. Don’t treat them like they matter only to fuck them over a few weeks later.

Anyway, I just wanted to check in with everyone and say I am doing lots better with my depression and maybe love is only for a select few in the world. I am certain I am not one of those few. My biggest fear is ending up like Miranda Hobbes in that episode of SATC where she chokes and she is all alone because she chooses not to be in a relationship. What if I choke and no one is there to save me? There’s only a certain number of times I can save myself…


XO Vanessa



So I guess you all have been wondering where I have been. Okay, no ya’ll haven’t. No one really gives a shit and I totally feel that, because I don’t give a shit about where I been either. Ive been in a fucked up, kind of floating, kind of just existing, type of place. I’ve been eating fabulously though (trying to lose weight), but I think the debacle that was Cinco de Mayo completely FUCKED that up. Anyway, I have no idea where to even start. Give me sec while I go back and see where I left off.

*queue awesome Kenny G elevator music*

Ah yes, the Dear John letter. Blech. Ironically, he is the reason I have been feeling like I hate life more than ever. So in January I started casually seeing this guy. We will call him Petunia. Petunia and I have been friends for probably five years now. Last year he tried hard to take me on a date and I shut it down every time. So in January I contacted him and said fuck it let’s go out. We went on a sushi date and it was amazing. Never a dull moment. This casual shit went on for about three months. Finally in April, I decided to make it official. WHATTT???!!! Yes, I know…shocking. I’ll give you all a moment to collect yourselves. So things were going okay, and it hit me that I do not want to be with this kid. He wants to be together 24/7 and I just want to be left alone most days. So, in my usual fashion, I ended it.

The shitty part is that I used to old cliche “it’s not you, it’s me”. But it’s the fucking truth. It isn’t him. It’s me and my fucked up mentality over AFJF. Yesterday made 3 years exactly that he came back into my life. Three. Fucking sick. How could I let one person fuck me up this bad? Is that normal? I’m going to go with a big no on that last question. Anyway, I was completely honest with Petunia and now he’s all upset. Way to be a man. I could’ve been the biggest bitch and gotten the same reaction, which is what I should’ve done.

Anyway, AFJF completely ruined me. I hate feeling like this. Why would he do this? Why say you love me then completely rip my heart out, step on it, then spit on it? I could never do that someone.

I am fine not being in a relationship. I have always been happy being single. What I am not happy about is the fact I am not in a relationship because someone fucked me up so bad that I’m scarred for life.

So enough crying. I need to just keep it moving and have fun being single like I used to.

Oh hell. I forgot to talk about Cinco de Mayo. So, six large margaritas and a couple beers deep, I somehow got into contact with Robocop. WTF right?!?! HAHA!!! All I remember is yelling at the top of my lungs. I have ZERO idea why we fought. Why do I let tequila fuck me up like that? So of course I had to block Robocop because that is just embarrassing as fuck. I have a feeling I was taking my frustrations about AFJF out on Robocop. And as much as it pains me to say this, Robocop didn’t deserve my bitchiness. Not THIS time.

I feel like I need to get a tattoo or get something pierced. Or some new underwear. Let me think on that…

*queue awesome Kenny G elevator music*

XO Vanessa



Dear John,

I am writing this letter to let you know how much I hate you and how much I hate myself. I hate myself for allowing you in my life again. I went against my better judgment and decided to give you a chance again almost three years ago. To this day, I regret it. I probably always will regret it. I hate myself for allowing you to fuck with my feelings, my sanity, my life. I was strong before we got back together and you took that away from me. You took away any happiness I ever known. I will never forgive you; not that you deserve it anyway, I hate myself that I can’t go a day thinking about you and the good times and how you had to fuck it up. I hate myself for thinking ever thinking you’d change your mind. I hate myself for thinking you were the one. I hate myself for not being able to open up to anyone because of how bad YOU fucked me up. I used to call you my Mr. Big, but the truth is, you are nowhere near the man he is. He may be just a character on a tv series, but that character will have more depth to him than you ever will. You have no idea on how to love someone. You have no feelings. You only care about yourself, and not to the destruction you leave behind. I hate myself for not being able to sleep at night because I can’t stop crying over you. I hate myself for thinking everyone is going to hurt me like you did. Finally, I hate myself for ever loving you.

I hate you for doing all of these things to me. I hate you for thinking you could come into my life and thinking you could fuck it up with out any repercussions. I hate you for leading me on. I hate you for continually trying to contact me for your own enjoyment. I hate you for making me believe love again. I hate you for making me feel like I will literally die of heartbreak. Finally, I hate you for making me feel like I had nothing to live for.

As you can see, I clearly hate myself more than I hate you and that isn’t okay. YOU did this to me. You made me feel worthless and I am sick of blaming and hating myself for it. You’re the fucked up individual.

I use to wish that you would one day feel this pain I am feeling. I don’t wish that anymore. The reason is because I know you can’t handle it. You’re a fucking weak ass bitch. A pussy, if you will. You don’t know how to deal with things without lashing out like a psychotic person.

I don’t wish this on you anymore. Wishing it won’t make me feel better and it actually happening won’t make me feel better. I need to be a better person and just wish you the best, as much as that makes me sick to say.

I wish you happiness because maybe then one day you won’t leave chaos and destruction everywhere you go. You won’t destroy everything you touch. I hope that one day you find someone who would’ve given you everything like I would’ve. Most of all, I hope that you think of me everyday. I hope that you realize how much you fucked up. I hope that you never think of contacting me again because you know it would only hurt me more. I hope that you one day realize how wonderful of a woman, human being, lover, friend, confidant, and badass that I really am.

I hope that one day we can both look back on the times we had and smile. I know that won’t be soon for me, but I hope it happens in the future because I refuse to let you fuck up the rest of my life. I will forever regret it, but I know I can move on from it one day.

I have hope. Hope for life. Hope for love. Hope for knowing that I will be happy again one day, and I will NOT let YOU ever take that away from me again.

I truly wish you all the best.

XO Vanessa



Here I am at 1:45 am binge watching “Sex and the City” again on my basic cable. Today was a shitty one for me, hence why I am up watching episodes I’ve seen 588873 times while scarfing down Halo Top red velvet ice-cream (which HIGHLY recommend).

Things started to get worse at 5 pm when I turned it to WE channel and “The Notebook” was starting.  I used to be able to get to the part where Noah tells Allie “…it wasn’t over. It still isn’t over!” before I start losing all control of my emotions. I don’t think I made it three minutes in this time. The feelings I have been trying to bury just came out like vomit and wouldn’t fucking stop. So, since then I have been in a state of numbness with moments of physical pain.  Depression sounds like a blast, doesn’t it?

This year will make three years that AFJF came back into my life. Three years already. Yes, he is back to AFJF, because his real name makes me want to claw my own eyes out and chop my ears off. I haven’ talked to him since the night before the Christmas party and I know I should be super thankful for that. But, we all know I am not normal so of course I hope to look at my phone and see that he texted me. Sickening. I know there is a saying that goes something like “time heals all wounds”, but I feel like time is only opening the wound even more. I really don’t feel like ruining what is left of my night/morning, so I will just have to put him in the back of my mind.

I have been casually seeing someone. No sex yet. Just innocent dates and kisses. I have no complaints. I can’t find one thing wrong with him. It is all me. I am too wounded to move on right now. I told this guy about my issues. Well, not the full extent of it. I don’t even have a nickname for him yet, because it just doesn’t seem worth it to me anymore. All I am going to do is push him away like I do to every other non fucked up male and go find some emotionally unavailable fuck boy to fuck.

Speaking of, I haven’t had sex since beginning of December and it is starting to get on my fucking nerves. I really just miss the old Vanessa. I am hoping the bad bitch, sex freak I know will make an appearance soon.

Now that I am finished with my red velvet, I think I might move on to chocolate covered banana. All puns intended with that one. But for real, I can’t wait to try that flavor.

XO Vanessa



So I am sitting here debating throwing my phone into the swamp. I am not fucking kidding. John messaged me. WHY? To torment me? I do not understand his thought process. He is seriously the biggest jerk I have ever encountered in my life. He is making me physically sick. I knew it was a big mistake to contact him for his birthday. He is one of those that deflects all his shit onto someone else. Can’t take responsibility. It is like talking to a child; a big fucking man child. I really don’t think I could live with myself if I ever treated anyone the way he does me. I have a tough time turning someone down for a date; I couldn’t imagine fucking with someone’s head. He just keeps going on and on like the hurtful things he say will make me laugh. I am so sorry I don’t find fucking with my life funny. I wonder if he realizes he caused most of my insecurities, the main one being that I am not good enough for anyone. My self esteem is shot. I cry every night. I feel ugly. All because of him. Pathetic, right?


I am definitely realizing I do not like NAMB more than just a friend/fuck. He really is one of my best friends though. Not sure where I would be without him. He is slowly building my confidence back. VERY SLOWLY. We had a great discussion about what our boundaries are and it is no refreshing to have someone to fuck that actually communicates.

Now on to Romeo. Y’all. I legit fucking can’t deal with him. Over the summer he asks me to be his girlfriend, then acted like he never asked. So we had a long talk one night about OUR boundaries, because I went off on him and he didn’t like it. So we decided to be best friends forever. Great, right? Yea, thats what I thought too. So I decided to invite him to our company Christmas party because he is always fun. The party is tomorrow and I am now dateless because I uninvited him 🙂

I am all for us being friends, but if he is going to whore around, I don’t want to be caught up in it and have people think we are fucking. Nah. Plus I am salty as fuck that he brought some old hag to a Christmas party instead of me. The party was actually at a friend’s sister’s house. Someone that I know well. So why not invite me?! The only reason I found out about it is because some of my girlfriends were at a bar one night that he was at with his hag. She was all over him. I am not going to be associated with that.

I am just so lost as to why he didn’t invite me to the party. Not long before that he was telling me how much fun he has with me, I get along with everyone, blah blah. So why sleep on me? About to put him in the category with John since he is making me feel like there is something wrong with me.

I am just going to leave it at that for the night. I am tired…mentally and physically.


XO Vanessa



So I get home from work and turn on my Bose speaker and do my nightly routine. Take off makeup, sing, bathe, sing, floss, sing, brush teeth, and sing. I absolutely love music. I always try to identify with every song I listen to…which is a failure. I have an eclectic playlist on my phone ranging from Alanis Morissette to Devin the Dude to ZZ Top. Yea, pretty wide range there, y’all. I was jamming out to “Bed” by J. Holiday. One of my favorite jams from summer 2007. Anyway, not even halfway through singing, it hit me. There is a part that goes… “Now stop, And let me repay you for the week that you’ve been through, Workin’ that nine to five and stayin’ cute like you do…”. So I’m sitting there with mascara and eyeliner smudged all on one eye looking like a maniac when I realized I’ve never had that. I have never had anyone appreciate me and what I do not only for them, but for myself. I always like to show men how much I appreciate them. I treat them like husbands when the fucking dicks ain’t even boyfriends.

Why do I give so much of myself to people? Am I really craving love and attention that bad to the point where I’m throwing myself at someone appreciating every little thing he does? “Oh, you put the toilet seat down? Let me rub your back bae.” “OMG! You took the trash out, someone deserves a blow job tonight!” WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?! I have to stop this fuckery. Putting a FWB, or any guy for that matter, on a pedestal won’t make them love me. It only makes them use me more.

See, I know all this. I really do. I know selling my soul won’t give me what I want, but I don’t know how to be any other way. How do you break YEARS of bad dating and FWB habits? Is there a rehab out there for things like this? For being a doormat? For being a sucker? For caring too much? For pumping other people up? IS THERE??!! What’s the cure for this bullshit? I know there isn’t an actual answer to any of those questions.

And FYI, this woman doesn’t work nine to five. I work nine to eight. 11 hours. 11 long fucking grueling hours of bullshit. So where’s my appreciation, huh? I guess if I want my back rubbed I have to shell out $100 for a masseuse for one hour. *eyeroll*

XO Vanessa



I really need to be more consistent with this blog. There is so much going on in my life and I think if I just do this daily, shit weekly, I would feel better. I can only vent so much to my friends with out them thinking I need psychiatric help. Is it odd that I find it easier to vent to strangers? Anyway, I am pretty sure most of you know what road I am about to go down. AFJF road. Which I really think I need to give him a new nickname. Ass Fuck Jerk Face just doesn’t do it for me anymore. I’ll ponder on that while I tell you all what has been going on.

I don’t know why I ever think it is okay to be FWB with a guy. It always leads to heartbreak for me. Which is another road I am going to go down. Let’s go down FWB first, then we will make a sharp right to AFJF road. I hope none of you get car sick, because I am pretty sure this will be a bumpy ass ride. I get car sick….maybe I need to go take a dramamine.

So it had been about six or seven months since I had a friend with benefits. October was an odd month for me and I was really craving male attention, so I contacted someone that I knew from my past. Someone that whenever we were together, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. So it’s kinda funny who it is. It is Mama’s Boy’s best friend HAHAHAHAHA. I legit cannot with myself. Whatever, he’s nice, sexy and tall af. And NOT a mama’s boy 🙂 Let’s call him NAFB… not a fuck boy. So we’ve been FWB for a good while now, and it’s bothering me. Of course I caught feelings. You should all know by now that’s how I operate. And I can’t figure out why I keep catching feelings. There is no way in hell I actually have feelings for all these FWB.  But how can sex with someone not cause feelings? Sex is one of the most intimate things on this earth. I understand one night stands happen, which is completely different. If you keep having sex with the same person over and over for months, what does that mean? I guess I thought I could get a man to actually want a relationship with me if I slept with him for months with no title. WHAT THE FUCK kind of thinking is that? So the more I think about NAFB, the more I find myself not having feelings. I now know that I have to separate sex and feelings and I am trying to do just that.

So let’s take that right to AFJF Road. I keep denying the fact that I still love him and I keep trying to prove to myself that I am over him by sleeping with these men I have no real interest in. I try to say I have feelings for another guy, when in reality, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about AFJF. God, can we get a new name for him now? Give me a sec…hmmmmm…ummmmmm…let’s see……..you know what, I am about to go against everything I stand for in this blog, but I am going to call him by his real name. John. Fucking John. I have to come to terms with typing his name. I really wish I could pin point why I love him so much and why I think he’s the one for me. It makes me even more sad that I can’t. Why am I stuck on this guy who broke my heart? On someone who never had true intentions? I seriously don’t know. All I know is my heart breaks more and more every day, causing me so much emotional and physical pain. This pain is what brings me to force things with my FWB.

I honestly just want someone to love me like I THOUGHT John loved me so I can move on. In the back of my mind I know that’s not how shit works. I feel so lost in that part of my life. I’m 28 going on 29 and had nothing but a bad experience of fucked up relationships. Am I fine being single? Yes. One, because I know I can take care of myself, and two, because it is what’s best for my emotional state right now. It will be almost two years that things ended with John. How am I not anywhere near over this heartbreak? All I can keep hearing in my mind right now is that song “Whiskey Lullaby” by Brad Paisley and Alison Krauss. So fucking pathetic.

So, I’m not really sure what I am doing with my life right now. Should I end things with the FWB? Should I keep letting John wreck my emotional state? Should I seek professional help? Should I refill my Xanax rx? Should I go take a shower and wash my hair since I haven’t in three days? I don’t know, and I’m not sure I ever will know…except about that shower. That is an obvious fucking yes.

Oh my heavenly Jesus. Next post I will tell you about the train wreck that is Romeo and I. Mother of God…


XO Vanessa



So, here we are. Friday night. 11pm. In bed alone watching Pretty Woman and listening to the swamp creatures have a party outside my fucking window. Bugs in the south are little shits. Anyway, I’m 28 and alone. All alone…and I done it to myself. The past few months have been some horrid ones. My memories and night terrors are getting the best of me. My mind is such a cluster fuck, I have no idea where to start for you guys. I guess we can start at last July and AFJF.

End of July I realized my depression was getting out of hand so I decided to take a visit to my doctor. I’ve been on meds ever since and I can tell a drastic difference. I mean, clearly I still have my shitty moments. Like right now. So that is when I decided AFJF needed to give me an explanation of WHY he turned out to be such a big disappointment. FOR REAL THIS TIME! I know he finally told me he hurt me, but why???!!

I have no idea why I ever thought he would be man enough to admit shit. So that was that…for then.

Around late August I came into contact with a guy that I curved while I was messing around with OBM. Let’s call this one Sex and Candy. SNC for short. He has that Maroon 5 vibe going on. We went out to a bar to chat and get to know each other then went back to his place. Yes, we had sex. I wouldn’t be writing this post if we hadn’t. I know I say this a lot, but the sex with this kid was ahhhmazing. Anywho, I left his place the next morning and we texted back and forth that day. The next day I hadn’t heard from him. WTF. So I was not about to be that clingy girl, and i just let it fucking go.

A week or so after that incident I decided to let Romeo back into my life. Can any of you tell me why? I am still trying to figure this out myself a fucking year later. So we go out with some friends. Mind you, HE asked ME to go out with him and another couple. So here I am thinking that it is like a double date type of thing. Cool. We get to the bar and a few drinks in I find myself sitting alone at the bar. Ummm Wherefore art thou Romeo? Rome-ho was busy chatting up the bartender and taking pics of her ass. To say I lost my shit is putting it lightly. Two years worth of frustration came out my body like a fucking exorcism. My God. I can’t tell you how embarrassed I am to this day about the incident. Anyway, we get in a huge argument and I leave. Which wasn’t an easy task because I didn’t have my car and we were about three towns away from home. Even in my drunken state I had some common sense. I decided getting in a vehicle with him would’ve resulted in a physical altercation. That is how much I hated him at that moment. So a dear friend came and got me and I blocked Rome-ho once again.

Cut to a few weeks later and I get a text from SNC. Da fuck? Where had he been? I play it off casually, but inside I was fuming. I really need to work on my temper guys. Lawd. Anyway, SNC had been offshore and didn’t have cell service. Which was odd to me since AFJF is a diver and would text me 4098390 miles under water. So I got sucked in once again into some shitty ass situationship. This time for NINE fucking months, y’all! NINE! The whole time I had to hear how he didn’t want a relationship, he was hurt from his past. The same shit I say to men. LOL. I just went with it. I realized I needed to end things because I was catching them feelings, y’all. Oh did I also mention that I asked him if he was fucking anyone else and he lied? Yea that happened. I am notorious for stalking people on social media. It wasn’t even him I was stalking though. I was snooping around some skanks IG page and I notice a familiar looking porch. I know the porch because I tripped on the shit numerous times. Ummm? So you aren’t entertaining anyone else but this disgusting skank is at your house? Please go lie somewhere else.

It was around the end of March that I ended things PHYSICALLY. He got a little salty about it and I’m not sure why. I guess because I blew up his game? That is most likely the case. Around this time I decided I needed to mend things with Romeo. I unblocked him and he asked me out on a proper date. It was rather nice. I didn’t expect anything to come from it. We will get to more of that later.

So, during March, April, May and part of June I had SNC sending me dick pics saying he missed me. I have to admit, he has a very pretty dick! Like, gorgeous. Model material. But after his lies, I was over it. I wasn’t turned on. I didn’t want to fuck. I still don’t want to fuck. Again, more on this later. So finally he got the hint and stopped contacting me. I shit you not guys, not even a week later he was posting this blonde girl saying she was his baby and he missed her blah blah. Fucking slap in the face with the gorgeous dick. He tells me he doesn’t want shit and he’s scared and now he’s in a relationship?… I am still at a loss for words. I can’t tell you how shitty that makes a person feel. At least when I say it, I fucking mean it. And the girl lives in Texas. So clearly he was on some type of dating/hookup app to have found this Great Value brand Barbie. I was just astonished. In those instances, y’all know I would lose my shit and tell him about himself. I didn’t. Because that is how OVER I am with shit.

Around Father’s Day I received a text from AFJF. He found some underwear he took from me and asked if I wanted them back. Dude *insert fucking eye roll* STOP reaching. That’s like asking if I want my bobby pins back. The fuck with that shit. I was very dry with him about it all and I haven’t heard from him since. To say I’m still hurt, isn’t even accurate. BROKEN is a more accurate description. He made me believe he was something to be proud of, but turned out to be the biggest disappointment I have ever endured. I know deep down it’s a good thing he hasn’t contacted me since. But there are mornings I wake up wishing to see his initials pop up in a text. We will get back to him in a bit.

I know, I know. I told you guys my mind is a cluster fuck. Sad part is I am not drinking while typing this. I hope everyone reading is though. May be the only way to understand my jumbled up shit.

So fast forward to mid July. I had been getting A LOOOTTTTT of texts from Romeo. I found it odd. He hadn’t initiated convos with me like that in a long time. I missed it. So I went along with it. He was being sweet, kind, not his usual self. One night at work, I get a text from him telling me to call him when I got off. OKAY? This had my stomach in knots, but I called him anyway. We had about an hour conversation with me stunned in silence for about three hours after we hung up. Romeo asked me to be in a committed relationship with him. WHAT THE FUCK? He told me to take all the time I needed to think about it and decide what I wanted to do. So many thoughts had run through my mind. What if we do actually do this and things end up bad? There would be no way to go back to a normal friendship like we had been having. But on the other hand, nothing about us is normal, so I have no idea why I said that. Even not friends, we are still dysfunctional as the fuck. So I thought about it. Brace yourselves…

I decided to go through with it. I told him I wanted to talk to him in person about it so we ended up meeting about a week later because both of our schedules are cock suckers.

Does anyone think that things would ever work out for me? If so, you must have not read any other posts on this blog. Romeo had acted like he never asked me to be in a relationship. He kept making jokes deflecting from the situation. At this point, I was too mentally exhausted to throw a fit or show my emotions about it. I drank my margarita, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and hauled ass. I didn’t hear from him for two weeks.

I ended up texting him because he showed up at a bar that my friend was at. I have no idea why people feel the need to tell me what he does, but whatever. He tried to be suave and shit asking me to meet him. I CALMLY lost my shit. Is that even possible? I don’t know, but I did it. I can’t remember exactly what I told him, but I know I ended it with asking him why are we still doing this after three years and telling him he is too old to be playing these games. I didn’t give him a chance to respond. I blocked him. This is what I feared if our relationship had failed. Well fuck me. We didn’t even start a relationship and our friendship already suffered from it.

I have been in an unstable emotional state lately. I’ve been thinking about my past. Not a few years ago, but like ten years ago. When I was a naive high school graduate running around with some dude who was “no good” for me. This guy and AFJF kind merge at that point. Really weird. The two people that fucked me up the most are the two people I was talking to at the same time and still have deep feelings for to this day. What in the actual fuck? HAHA I am not even sure what to call this new (to you) guy I am talking about. He deserves more than a nickname. He deserves for every one to know who he was. Yes, was. The reason he hurt me so much is that he died a few years back whenever I was with Robocop. I couldn’t grieve his death because we all know Robo’s fucked up mentality. Me and, we will call him REAL because that is what he was, Real didn’t end on good terms. We were an “item” for most of my high school years. Very few people knew because his baby mama was nuts and my mom was judgmental as the fuck. We had our ups and downs like most people. Whenever we were having a rough patch is when me and AFJF started talking for a bit. Real didn’t like this and told me to end it. So I did, and AFJF was hurt. How ironic.

We ended our relationship after he got arrested for some petty shit that didn’t involve me, but I just rather not talk about it. My 19th birthday is the last time I had contact with him. When he got out of jail, which I think he was in for a little over a year, he called me. I went see him, we slept together, I spent the night and it was great. The next night is when I met Robocop. So a few days after seeing him, Real contacted me to get together. Robo wasn’t thrilled because he “knew of him” and told me not to speak to him. So I didn’t. He called me and I cut him off and shut him out. For a fucking prick.

One day while in college I was walking to class and I heard someone call my name. I legit had no idea who it was so I kept walking like the bitch that I am. It was him. He was on a job there. The reason I know it was him is because him and Robo had a run in a little bit after that. This has stuck with me for a while what happened next. Real told Robo he loved me and he was going to be with me. This was a few months before he passed.

I know he truly loved me with everything he had. He was my protector. My best friend. The pain in my ass. The reason I am the tough person I am today. Real snuck into my high school graduation and shouted my name when it was my turn to receive my diploma. I snuck him on my senior trip and had the best trip of my life. He always made sure nothing bad would ever happen to me. He beat someone up for me. He made sure his crazy baby mama never touched me. I was his girl. Truly his. I will never be anyone’s girl ever again. I just feel it in my soul. I had pushed him so far into the back of my memories because it is so hard to realize that I will never have this again with him. Even when we were bad, we were good. I never talk about him. I pretended like I never knew him. That none of it ever happened. That he was just a figment of my imagination. It is easier that way. Well, was.

This mother fucker came to me in a dream and that’s that. I can no longer hide him from myself. I have to face the situation and deal with my emotions and my fuck up. I want to blame all these men for hurting me, but I’m only hurting myself by keeping all these emotions pent up. I am to blame for my loneliness. I can’t let go of what was because I never faced it.

I haven’t had sex since March. I’m sick of running around with men who have no fucking regard for anyone else’s feelings but theirs. I’m sure I’ll get drunk one night and fuck someone and start the whole cycle over. But it will be just that. A fuck…

I can’t even say I have a love life anymore. It is non existent. In shambles. A fiasco. I have always been a huge believer in love. I don’t know if I believe that anymore. Maybe there isn’t someone out there for everyone and if there is, they missed their chance like I did with Real.

Maybe some people were born to walk alone. Like drifters…if you don’t get that reference, you’re too young for me bro.


XO Vanessa