R and I had been getting along well. Hanging out, talking on the phone every other day.
But then I mentioned a curly wig Halle Berry had on on a film and how it was cute and I wanted it. He went off on a tangent about how I should wear my hair natural. Again. I told him to back off and get back in his lane. He wouldn't stop talking. It makes me really angry. Like he's trying to control me. Or trying to make me unattractive to a segment of the male population, or stiffing my creativity. If I wore it, it would be for a few days, till I got bored, then I would change it again. But mostly it's about money. It costs money to maintain natural hair in a way that is flattering and pretty. I feel intense hatred towards him when he talks about my hair. To the point I want to sever our friendship. I know that it's extreme but that is how angry it makes me. I won't tolerate a man (who isn't my husband) telling me what to do with my hair. My husband will know better than to do this anyway. I haven't liked my hair in months because I haven't had an income really to get anything I like.
I think I got a job for a few months I'll make $500 a week. So I will be able to afford to get the hair I want again. Stock up. Get the matching sneakers. New joggers, new jackets. The come up. Hopefully be able to score a car before it gets too cold in these streets.
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