Like a gangrenous leg

I had friends that I was close to for the duration of high school and college, but the majority of the friends I have today I feel like I'll have for the rest of my life. JL and I have been tight since elementary school. Clearly that isn't a friendship that will go away...nor is it a friendship that I would let go without a fight.

I am a big believer that most relationships (romantic or not) have an expiration date. There is a saying, "Friendships last a reason, season or a lifetime" and it's true.

I am not saying that once you get tired of your boyfriend or your best friend you should just ditch them, I'm saying that when relationships become emotionally painful then it may be time to re-evaluate.

This is what I have going on in my life right now. I have a relationship with someone, not a romantic relationship, but a relationship none the less. And it has become painful. I have lowered my expectations to the point where they simply can't be lowered anymore and I just feel like I loose more and more ground every day. In short, he is a gangrenous leg and has to be cut off in order to keep the rest of the body healthy. I'm sad about it because I'd had high hopes that given enough time he'd pull his head out of his ass, but that isn't likely to happen.

This isn't something that should be undertaken lightly. It is a huge decision to cut someone out of your life, but I've come to the conclusion that no matter how much you love someone it is always going to be OK to love yourself just a little bit more.

And yes, it's Mr. Little's Man dad. I think I just finally got tired of hearing all of the reason why he couldn't make his child a priority. Will Mr. Little Man miss him? I'm not sure. DO I relish this? Quite the contrary...I'm kind of sick about it. But you can only have someone tell your child something so often, and then have that scenario not materialize before you have to step in. It's not fair to me to have to dry the tears. So, in short, I think I'm just DONE.

What I am reading: The Tempest Tales - Walter Moseley. It's OK, but I am dying for the new Sedaris.
What I am listening to: Lil Wayne - Tha Carter. I know, I know. I do not match his key demographic, but damn. I am STUCK. I would slit a bitch's throat to be able to get that ear worm out of my head because you can only sing (rap?) A Milli 1,000 times before it become painful.