I have been involved in a lasting Love triangle, which recently I may have turned into a square (a lot less complicated than it sounds). Why do I insist on making my life more complicated than it should ever be? I have created a tangled web of emotional and physical ties and I may be losing my cool after all.
So it all began when my guy, Dee and I were on the outs but we weren’t officially dating yet. With Dee’s permission I started to entertain Waju’s, affections. You see I didn’t necessarily click with Waju because I never gave him a fair chance, but we had a good time for what it was and when Dee came to his senses, I dropped him and went back to Dee….
Fast forward 6 months and while I don’t talk to Waju outside of our social circle or in a group setting when we are around each other the energy is there. The attraction never went away and mix that with copious amounts of alcohol and you have a love triangle gone awry. Waju tends to bring the flavor of the week around and I usually roll with it, because as I said they are the flavor of the week, but sometimes there is this tinge of jealousy. Why can’t I have them all??? Dee lets me do me, which is great because it takes a special man to understand that need and I try very hard to be respectful.
So enter the RN from the East Coast. She seemed nice I couldn’t dislike her, but she is looking for a husband and I can always tell the ones looking for a husband. They shop at Macy’s and wear church dresses to the club, their heels are always 2 inches too low, and nail polish is always chipped. I am not being judgy, I really liked her, but they all dress the same, but usually have potential. What I didn’t like was Waju’s hand on her knee, they way he leaned into her when she spoke to him, or his incessant need to remind me that it she wasn’t like the other girls; she was smart, educated and had her own money. I had to admit she was a good pick, and competition. But in order of her to be competition I would have to measure myself next to her. We would have to have the same end goal and we don’t. So I confused myself. It was jealousy.
When we got home Dee called me out on my jealousy and he said he thought it was cute. He’s never seen me feel the way, that the woman who is never fazed or intimidated, was served what I usually dish out. Honestly I didn’t know that being jealous of another women over a guy was something I was capable of.