Some relationships are not just worth it. The stress they give you will take everything from you. I learnt this the hard way, and if only I could go back in time, I’m sure I’d have done things differently. I gave my best. My utmost actually – time, money, dedication. Just name it. God knows I tried. You know how it is when you see the way someone treats others before you and you decide for yourself that you’re bound to be treated as fairly, and you think that’s enough due diligence done, and because you think, “Why not?! Mine cannot be any different.” How wrong I was! September 2016 – May 2018. Twenty months gone down the drain. Or let’s say I washed it all down the drain. I knew it was time to fold up and walk away. Like that old country song about knowing when to hold on, when to fold up and when to walk away and when to run. The relationship was an abusive one out of which I was so slow to drag myself. You know how to hope that things will get better makes you hold on to something that, from all indications, isn’t going to work. That’s exactly how it happened in our case. If you remember, three months or so ago when I came grumbling about how she was treating me, all most of you did was to tell me to chill and get used to it, reminding me of how apparently I was getting better treatment than the one I was buddies with for all my adult life. Only a few people advised me to end it. I only wish I didn’t go with the majority. One instance when the voice of the people definitely wasn’t the voice of God. I quickly forgot that the one everyone ridiculed was calm, friendly, pliant, compliant, and very responsive to all my gestures of love and care. What a fool I was to have listened! Well, what’s done is done. I can either wallow in regret or walk away and never look back. I’ve chosen the latter. I know I looked like I’ve been having the time of my life seeing the pictures and the posts I made about her suggest so. But then, isn’t every farce of a relationship like that? One thing I didn’t realise is that not everything is for everyone. I saw how she was so kind and nice to this particular friend of mine, and so I took the plunge only to land head first. In all fairness to her, this particular friend of mine comes from the deeper end of the gene pool, and so it was easier for her to treat her a whole lot better than she did me. Well, the moral of the story is to learn to take a walk from any relationship that doesn’t do you any good. It’s just not worth the stress. Walk away before you hurt yourself, the person, or even anyone somehow involved in getting you two to know each other. Just like I sometimes want to bite off my friend’s ear. So long, my unruly, uncooperative, unyielding, unbending and most of all ungrowing natural hair. See you never! Wait! What were you thinking this was about? It’s just my hair joor! I’ve given up and relaxed the blasted thing. Funmilayo, my boothang, so long!!!