You think you’re the first woman who ever played this double cross with a man? Get off your high horse. You shut him down cold, then spent three damn months milking the 'friendship' like it was a vein in your neck. Now you’re mad as hell because he did what you said? Screw it.
Let’s Start With Your Anger
Anger’s a language you’re speaking loud and proud here. But what exactly are you mad at? The one-night stand? The texts that died off like expired batteries? Or the simple truth that you are the one who killed this thing before it started?
Why You’re Mad at Him (and Why He’s Not Guilty)
That one-night stand? You assume it’s about you. Wrong. That’s about him. He’s a man. You told him to treat it as a friendship, then blinked twice and decided you want a ring on your finger. What did you think he was supposed to do? Rot in bed waiting for your permission to live?
Blame the Devil or Fix the Mirror?
You’re not the victim here unless you’re the one who strangled this relationship with your own hands. You told him you weren’t interested, then spent months dangling like a siren song in his ear. Now you’re crying betrayal? Bullshit. That’s not his job to figure out. You didn’t lead him to the altar—you killed the goddamn path.
Why You’re Real mad (Hint: It’s Not Him)
You’re mad because you lost control. That validation you craved—knowing a man was after you even when you pushed him away—is gone now. You feel like a cheater. Like you broke your own rules. But you did. You were the gatekeeper who left the door wide open.
The Truth You Don’t Want to Hear
Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder—it makes you realize you were never that invested to begin with. The time you spent in the friendzone? That’s when you stopped seeing him. You saw what you wanted from him, and now you’re scrambling like a dog with a bone in the rain.
What You’re Actually Missing
You’re not missing him—you’re missing the high of being chased. You set him up like a puppet and pulled his strings for three months, then expected a standing ovation when he walked out of your life. That’s not a tragedy. That’s a lesson.
Confess Now or Call It What Is
Don’t walk up to that man and expect a fair hearing. You’re a ghost in his phone now, and if you want to claw back what you lost, you better be ready to swallow some pride. But ask yourself: are you confessing because you want him? Or because you need to win something?
If You’re Going to Move, Do It Like a Man
If you still want to chase this thing down, here’s the play: Be direct. Say exactly what you did—three months of cold feet, then a text that reads like a ransom note. Let him decide what he wants to do. But don’t act surprised if he laughs in your face.
Red Flags? Go to the Root
You’re not looking for red flags—you were already drowning. The real red flag isn’t him sleeping with some barista. It’s you spending weeks pretending friendship was worth the time. If you can’t cut your losses when they’re still small, what makes you think you can handle the big ones?
When to Walk and When to Walk Away
You think this is about him? It’s not. It’s about you and your damn consistency. Either you own your power or you lose it. Go ahead—try to fix this mess if you can. But don’t come crying to me when he turns up his nose. This? This is how you learn.