This mornin’ the thought running through my head was “scared money don’t make money”. Even before Meek Mill, Young Jeezy, Wayne, or N.O.R.E this was the turn of phrase that talked shit over spades tables and reminded me to take risks.
Recently, the boo and I have been having a rough go at it. The fantastic sex, mind-blowing conversations, and semi-healthy communication have been replaced with jacking off side by side, yelling then getting stoned, and oh right yelling some more/stomping around the house before finally retreating into crossed arms or panic attacks that we resented each other for. When we tried to have sex it felt forced and when we tried to talk either one of us would default to the defense mechanisms that we’ve been building for months maybe even years against both our traumas and/or each other. I feel like this is the moment where folks are like, then why stay in that relationship? What’s the point? And, if you’re not happy then don’t do it.
Which is advice I would typically go for, because while I’m a romantic and a caretaker I’m also pretty pragmatic.
So, why stay in it?