Ya know, these days, everything’s so fancy and fast. They got these things called “text messages,” right? Sends words flying through the air, faster than a rooster crowin’ at dawn. Now, folks say you can talk to anyone with ’em. Even a married man. That’s where things get tricky, like tryin’ to catch a greased pig.
See, married men, they got wives. And wives, they ain’t always fond of other women sendin’ their husbands words all the time. It’s like plantin’ seeds in someone else’s garden. Might grow somethin’, but ain’t yours to pick, ain’t right.
Folks say, “Oh, it’s just words.” But words are like eggs, ya know? They can hatch into somethin’ big, somethin’ messy. One little “hello” can turn into a whole lotta trouble. Like when you leave the chicken coop door open, next thing ya know, feathers and chaos everywhere.
- You start with a simple “How’s your day?”
- Then, maybe a “You make me laugh.”
- Before ya know it, you’re sharin’ secrets, whisperin’ things best kept quiet.
Now, some folks say, “If he answers, it’s his fault too.” Maybe so, maybe so. But it takes two to tango, ain’t that right? Like dancin’ on thin ice, both gotta be careful not to fall in. If he’s slippin’, best not to pull him down with ya.
And let’s talk about respect. Respect’s like good manners, somethin’ your mama taught ya. Respectin’ someone’s marriage, that’s important. It’s like not stealin’ someone’s prize-winnin’ pie at the county fair. Just ain’t done.
Now, if a married man’s makin’ eyes at ya, sendin’ sweet messages, makin’ ya feel special, be careful. Words are easy, like throwin’ feed to chickens. Actions, that’s what matters. If he’s actin’ single, but got a ring on his finger, that’s like a rooster wearin’ hen feathers. Somethin’ ain’t right.
And if you find yourself gettin’ tangled up in this mess, best to cut it loose, like a fish wrigglin’ off the hook. The longer you hold on, the deeper the hook gets, the harder it is to get away. And no one wants a heart full of fish hooks, ya know?
Some folks say, “Talk to your own husband, fix what’s broken.” Good advice, that. Like mendin’ a fence, keeps things where they belong. Communication, that’s the key. Talkin’ instead of textin’, sharin’ feelings instead of secrets.
And if you’re wonderin’ about this “no contact” thing, well, it’s like pullin’ weeds from your garden. Gotta get rid of ’em at the root, or they just keep growin’ back, stranglin’ the good stuff. Cut off that textin’, give yourself room to breathe, room to grow somethin’ good on your own.
Remember, a married man’s heart is like a fenced-in field. You can admire the view from the road, but don’t go climbin’ the fence. Best stay on your own side, tend to your own garden, and let the other folks tend to theirs. That’s how you keep things right, keep things growin’ strong and true.
So, think twice before sendin’ that message to a married man. Think about the wife, the family, the mess you might be stirrin’ up. Think about your own heart, your own worth. You deserve somethin’ real, somethin’ true, somethin’ that ain’t hidden behind a screen and a bunch of words.
And remember, in the end, it’s your actions that matter, not just the words floatin’ through the air. Be good, be kind, and tend to your own garden, ya hear?
Tags: Texting, Married Men, Relationships, Communication, Respect, Boundaries, Infidelity, Emotional Affair
