Gold Digger Garrett: Your name came up 3 times yesterday, and I am so grateful for unanswered prayers; to be over you and your fake friendship. I had your back through thick and thin, when you were at your worst. You however, were never there when I needed you because you are a narcissist and gold digger in the worst possible way; it is all about which ladder you can climb, whom will trade s** for money or which attorney you can hump to not have to work anymore. I should have known when you were with your date at the Opera and hit on me, inviting me over to cook dinner for me (when you cannot even cook..lol..) that your pretty face, silky hair and fake friendship were a walking lie. I was so naieve to your player ways but loved your style though, from your wardrobe to your Ethan Allen showroom house you were a sight to behold in and out of clothes. Did we date? Making out the first evening, filled with wine, laughter and kissing when we met, then being at church the next morning where you were the choir director who wanted me to pretend nothing happened was interesting. It is always a strain on any relationship when someone is not out or hides their s********. Then the few times we kissed, or snuggled again, I don’t know what to call what we had, a non platonic friendship, a fling. Bi curious women don’t like labels, especially the church girls. They will practically rip off your clothers, then suffer from amnesia like a vampire by morning. My favorite thing was knowing, even after we stopped seeing each other and you married someone rich shortly after, and that fell apart. I was there for you and a true friend to you Mrs. Leo. Completely respected your boundries when you were lying in bed naked with your new born son I adored, simply because I don’t date or get involved with married people. Seperated is still married, and adultry is not on my souls menu for entrance to Heaven. During your seperation, you would fall back into your pattern of toxic dating multiple people to see who would invest the most financially into you and I began to pull away recognizing your need to find your dead father in a mans eyes. Aquarians, we are ruled by the house of friendship and only thrive in reciprocity so self preservation was a must once you showed me who you were. I am at peace, knowing I cared for you in your greatest hour of need when your bi-polar, cocaine addicted husband abandoned you and your new baby, froze all your bank accounts and left you in a $10k a month rental you could not afford. He drove off into the sunset with his new convertable, and threw you the keys to his worn out Range Rover and drove off to be a single man. I had the brakes fixed when they went out for you on New Years so you and the baby would have a safe car. I was there for you when he tried to attack you in one of his drug high rages. In spite of how our relationship went silent after a year of dancing together, I know in my heart I did right by you. You could have invested into us but instead had to deal with a 3 year divorce with psycho man to end a 1 year marriage. You learned how karma works when you hurt the hearts of people who sincerely care about you. I was a much better ‘Return On Your Investment’ them him, and did care and love for you at the time but one too many; let me use you in-between until I get a new man, was too much. I learned my lesson the first time you did that to us. Being there for someone who can’t remember your Birthday is a red flag unto itself, so I withdrew from over investing myself into anyone that did not give back equal effort. I was okay with letting you go because I knew you would spend a lifetime missing me and never find another me no matter where your travels took you. Which is why I intentionally called you on the 10 year Anniversary of the day we met. Simply to remind you that when you judge a book by it’s cover, or make a head over heart decision, you can miss out on someone amazing. My five closest friends and I have remained close for 25 years, I can outlast any man or lover who just wants to f*** you for the night or however long he wants to use your bed because I represent the house of true friendship which every healthy relationship is built on. When the passion fades the friendship remains. We had something in the beginning and could have been quiet the team but you ruined it for both of us, then when off to find husband number three – five. I will never forget what you said to me: “You’re not what I want, and don’t make enough money. I want to marry someone that makes over $2.5 million a year.” It crushed me a little bit at the time after breaking off a 5 year relationship engagement (due to being cheated on) before I met you but God is good and it all makes sense now looking back. I stopped dating wealthy people or status seekers because of the hurtful bitter taste you left in my mouth. Then you got to sit back and watch over the years as my star began to rise, and your desire for status and fame went unanswered without me because you could not see beyond the superficial to recognize the legacy, birthright or annointing covering my name. What you did not realize is God delivered a gift to you, a blessing in a chubby, imperfect light brown paper bag, but you could not see the diamond within the package and lost out, but he knew it was there, and what was to come. Rejection is God’s protection, of both me and my gift and karma kicked your a** for the way you mistreated me and our connection. Thank you for the lesson in love, I have given much to help people over the years and realized that many were not worth my time including you. Ungrateful, unappreciative, is an understatement but in the process I learned about discernment, to not cast my pearls before swine or overgive myself to anyone undeserving of my attention or time is priceless. I really loved and cared for you once upon a time, but that love was mistreated, taken for granted and neglected. The flowers only grow where you water them, where you put your time and attention. I am forever grateful God spared me the suffering of being in a relationship where my needs went unacknowleged, unmet or were unfulfilled. Thank God I never settled for anyone who left me feeling love starved. My Boaz exits somewhere in the world, male of female does not matter, only the soul of my beloved matters because now I know everything happens for a reason. I am safe, loved, and still rising without you. Cest la vie heartbreaker…