TMI Friday – Jealousy
***“TMI Friday” (Too Much Information Friday) is a weekly feature on Blogfully Yours where I hover the line of “over-sharing”. It’s like therapy for me, without the expense.***
Jealousy…
I’m going to start by saying I hate that I am even writing this. I hate that I am even feeling this messed up feeling in the first place. Like, who am I? I have never been the jealous type. Ever.
Seriously.
But for some crazy ass reason–which mind you , I KNOW is not logical, rational, or based on any sort of realistic anything–I. Get. Jealous!
Like, “cut-a-bitch” jealous.
Of course I don’t “cut-a-bitch”. Because I am not a crazy person. Plus I don’t carry knives on me. But when I am working out at the gym where ED trains, and he has his hands guiding some young flirty girls form? I have to start counting backwards from 10… sometimes 20.
I know. I know!
He is a personal trainer… it is his job… he loves me and would never do anything to hurt me. I KNOW!
But does it make me not see red? Does it make me not feel the way I feel?
No.
What it does do, is help me to keep my cool and let it go. I fully recognize that it is MY issue. It’s not ED’s fault. It’s not his client(s) fault. This one is all on me. Working out at the same gym where ED trains people is a new thing. I think I just need a little time to get used to it is all.
The last thing I want to do is drive away ED’s clients because they are uncomfortable with the crazy chick in the corner giving them the death-stare.
At least, I’m pretty sure that’s the last thing I want…
*sigh*
Jealousy? She’s a major bitch.
Blogfully yours,
Summer
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Want me to help you drag Jealously behind the building and give her a proper ass kicking?
Wait, I might be confused… we’re beating up a stripper named Jealousy, not the emotion right? Actually I’m up for beating up either.
You are way too hot to get jealous over anyone. I’m about to punch YOU for being crazy. But…you could TOTALLY persuade me to punch someone else, if need be. I’m a farm girl (aka a mean bitch).
I’m with Sarah. I’m all for taking a stripper behind a building. Wait a minute…
I’m sure when you (hot, tall, striking brunette) walk into the gym, all the guys stop and stare and the “young flirty girls” secretly sneak peeks at you.
So, no need to “cut-a-bitch”.
I agree with @bakeaholic…well not so much the stripper thing, tho that “looks” fun in my head…rather, the young flirty girls sneakin peeks at you! you’ve got the incredible relationship with that guy. chances are they have a rotating collection of boys that just buy them drinks at the club. You got the real thing and you are the real thing