Diary of a Mad Indian Woman

You know what’s amazing to me? I’ve told myself (and other people) time and time again that I am moving on from Andre, but I’ve never actually meant it until my last blog posted and I saw it in writing. Words are powerful.

I was looking at those words and I realized that I have to really try this time, because I made it public. It’s as if I was toying with the idea of becoming a lesbian, but now I just came out publicly. I gotta date women now! Okay, it’s a weird analogy but you get it, right? (P.S. – I’m still straight, beautiful men: please holla at me.)

Anyway, I’m still angry at Andre and it’s actually turning out to be much more of a constructive emotion than sadness. I watched this Tyler Perry movie that’s a favorite of mine again this weekend, and it really got me thinking about anger. How much sadness can one possibly contain before it spurns into some serious rage? When will I get to the point where I clearly see that this man has treated me unfairly?

Believe it or not, it’s becoming very obvious because I’m starting to feel my own worth. And this has nothing to do with looks or that whole “good on paper” thing. Truth be told, I’m a good woman. I don’t cheat. I don’t manipulate. I won’t kiss your best friend in a drunken stupor. If I’m made to feel like a queen, I sure as hell will honor my king.

I deserve a good man. Screw that - I’ve been tied down too long - I deserve a FEW good men.

I am DETERMINED to close the Andre chapter on my own, without the help of a rebound man. In the movie, the woman realizes that she has to run through all the emotions she needs to before she can completely take this man out of her life and open another door to new romance. I need to discover other emotions. I need to be angry for a while.