Betrayal

I have rules in my life that I expect others to obey.  Not doing so gets you cut.  It’s pretty simple like that.  The first rule is that if you have the phone number, it’s for you….don’t share it.  My uncle on my father’s side wasn’t aware of that rule apparently because I got a happy birthday text from my father a few months ago.

screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech….emergency brake pulled

How in the hell did he get my number?  See my mother already knows from experience that sharing my information with him will create a ripple effect that starts with me changing numbers and her not getting the “we’ve moved” postcard.  So it must have been my uncle.  He’s in his last days and attempting to create lasting memories with family through communication.  So I can imagine he didn’t mean any harm….but he now knows the rule.

My second rule is that when I tell YOU something, it’s for YOU and not to be shared.  You wouldn’t know it from the amount of information I lay out in public but I don’t trust easily.  My security wall is tall, thick, and reinforced like a maximum security prison.  I’ve recently shared some stuff going on with me with SoJo and TPS with ease because I believe that what I share with them stops with them.  (Even though TPS sent me an email that said we ain’t even e-friends with her trife azz) lol  But that’s what I believe until I’m proven wrong.

In the past 6 months somebody I let in broke both of those rules at the same time.  So you know I didn’t hesitate to cut them right?  Hell I don’t even think I thought about it.  It was just a natural and immediate reaction for me.  There is no excuse to betray me when you know I have these rules.  These two unforgivable rules!  After I thought about it I came to the conclusion that his goal was “to help.”  I don’t NEVER need enough help for you to give out my phone number to someone who obviously doesn’t have it and tell them something that I specifically only told YOU.  I’m very disappointed because this is someone that I apparently mistreated in the past and had the potential to develop into a good friendship of sorts.

If you feel like I’m in need of help after a conversation but that YOU can’t be the one to help me….tell ME.  If I wanted Jiffy to know my damn business then I woulda called Jiffy’s ass up and shared. (Yeah this shit has been irking me since it happened).  I haven’t called, texted, emailed, FB noted, NOTHIN and by now I’m sure you figured that I’m just an evil and moody bitch.  Well what do you expect when you betray a person’s fundamental rules.

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