Every since I saw Tyler Perry's Diary of a Mad Black Woman, I've always wanted an Orlando for my very own...even before the shit storm hit my life I always wanted a man like him.
Now that the shit storm hit my life, I identify with that movie more than ever.
The betrayal, humiliation, and rage she felt.
After karma kicked his ass she was there for him and nursed him back to health (after she beat the hell outta him)
She stayed until she knew he would be ok and then she went after her happiness.
Is that what I'm doing? Will it turn out the same for me? Will I find my Orlando?
I need to heal myself before I find him. I need to be ok with me. It's just painful to see happy relationships all around me, and I'm ashamed I feel that way but it's the truth that I am jealous of other's happiness right now.
I have a long road of being the third wheel ahead of me.
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