Glad to be home

I can’t wait to get home so I can be on my worse behavior...

All day long I have to endure the good the bad and the ugly of others while out and about because the last thing I want is a confrontation with anyone, now that I know better. Because a confrontation with many is seen as a physical challenge and you never know what that person been thru and where they are mentally so I try hard to always show humility, when out and about...but not at home.

Home is where I ball my fist up at the door and prepare to not let shit slide and if you in that special kind of mood, one of my fifty shades of crazy, now is the best time to join in and get shit off your chest too.

My children and I do this kind of shit all the time, now when I move out on my own what the hell am I gone do, who the hell Im gone yell at and talk shit with and watch a movie with and fall asleep with and wake up and they have fallen asleep in my bed, oh hell to da nawl, not my bed now they got to go all I want them to do is to get the hell out my bed but I love knowing they are in the next room and we wake up together and the cycle began...

But I still want my own living space with my own kitchen and bathroom and laundry room and living room and a dining room and a guest room, you know a house type of shit.

I also want a man in my life who can blend well in the mix because too much salt can destroy a good dish.

A man I really want to grow with and become really good friends with and lovers of the same things in this life and sex like top of mountain top, someone I really want to connect with and become one for a while and then spoon and I can fall asleep next to him and if he keep waking me up he got to go to his own bed kind of relationship and if we feel the need to sleep together in the same bed hopefully it want be every night, but I want him in the same house with me if it last forever good but if it don’t I hope there is a good reason.