FWB?🤷🏽‍♀️

FWB?

What the Fuck?!

Let me start by saying,

I don’t consider myself a dumb bitch.

I’ve lived,

I’ve learned,

and I’ve loved

~ but sometimes,

even the smartest of us

can find ourselves in foolish situations.

And that’s exactly where I am now.

There’s this man.

Or rather,

was this man.

What started

as a potential connection,

something that could have been real

and meaningful,

has dwindled into…what?

Friends with benefits?

Let me tell you,

the benefits are not benefiting me.

At this point,

I’m not even sure

I care about him like I used to.

That’s not bitterness talking

~

it’s clarity.

I’ve tried to connect with him,

to go

beyond

the surface,

but

he’s not allowing it.

He’s keeping me at arm’s length,

and honestly,

I’m tired of reaching.

If all he wants is the FWB setup,

let me just say this:

he’s not

even

doing that right.

If it’s just about physical desires,

it would be easier

(and probably way more satisfying)

for me to get a younger man.

Someone with the energy,

the time,

and

the actual desire

to make it

worth

my while.

But that’s not really what I want,

is it?

I hoped for more.

I wanted something

that felt

mutual,

something that made me feel seen,

valued,

and wanted.

And now,

instead of trying to squeeze something

out of this dead-end situation,

I have to shift my focus.

I have to create more for myself

~ not out of this,

but

beyond it.

Here’s the thing:

I’m too damn old

to try

and make something

out of nothing.

I know better.

I’ve been around long enough

to understand

that a man

who’s truly interested

doesn’t leave a woman wondering.

He shows up.

He makes it clear.

So,

I’m done wondering.

I’m done waiting.

And I’m done wasting my energy on situations

~ and people ~

that don’t serve

my best interests.

Reina Dee 🌿