Fightin' Words....

Welp America, I'm back in the single column. I know, a shocking surprise right? Don't answer that...

Mr. Carpricorn and I were hanging in there until the smoke cleared and the representative stop showing up. America you know what I'm talking about. When you first start dating someone they are always on time, say ALL the right things, and make ALL the right moves. They basically sell you a bill of goods and suck you in. Then one day the real person behind the representative shows up. Sometimes this person is just as good as the representative, but most of the time when you open the box you find a brick instead of the tv you thought you purchased on the low low from Hustle Man. And the moment you realize that you've been got, hoodwinked, bamboozled, etc.... the first thing you ask yourself is, "How in tha hell did I not see this coming?" The writing was always on the wall but hindsight is as clear as a mutha....

Ok, so what happened Nef? Dude broke the cardinal rule, he tried to offer some "constructive criticism" on how I communicate with the Boy. And you know I got all sista girl like, rolling my neck, hands on my hips "Oh no he didn't" on his ass right?

Back story: Jax and I were getting ready for school/work. In typical 4 year old fashion, Jax felt that 7 am on a random morning was the best time to assert himself and demand that I let allow him to wear the green long sleeve shirt instead of the green short sleeve shirt. *In other words we were yelling at the top of our lungs over a damn shirt at 7 in the morning*

Here is a dramatic interpretation of the conversation that took place:

Capricorn: This morning when you and Jax were getting ready for your day, y'all were kind of loud. Why do you allow him to yell like that.
Me: Because he is 4, and it is age appropriate. He is finding his independence.
Capricorn: Well, I think it's unneccesary. You should have just told him to put the shirt on, or got the belt out.
Me: It wasn't that serious. I'm not going to whoop him over a shirt. That just ain't the battle I care about.
Capricorn: See it's stuff like this I don't get. The boy is a spoiled brat
Me: *Cutting him off in mid sentence* Thanks for your unsolicited opinion, this conversation is over.
Capricorn: See this is the shit I'm talking about. You're not even willing to listen to what's wrong. If I'm going to be the man in y'alls life I think its time I start expressing what's on my mind. Something has got to change, that boy has too much authority.
Me: You are absolutely right, something has got to change and I'm willing to put all the money that I have in my name that it won't be the dynamic duo known as Nef n Jax.

Lesson learned: When some shows you who they are, believe them ~ Maya Angelou