When I Wish Hurt On You: Why I’m Not Mad At Dan Gilbert’s Letter to Lebron
Everyone has an opinion. Some have more than others. And every opinion should be respected, but not always agreed upon. So, with that, I’m sharing one of my perspectives on the Lebron fiasco. Truth be told, this isn’t about Lebron. It’s about the things that we feel when the relationship is officially over.
Last night on twitter, someone described Dan Gilbert’s letter as one of a slave master being infuriated over losing an escaped slave. For some reason, that didn’t resonate with me. But, to each their own. I have many opinions on the matter, but the one that I want to focus on is with regards to what happens when an abusive relationship has ended in a very public and embarrassing way. Hear me out.
Picture this:
A young (wo)man gets with a young (wo)man who is deemed to be the flyest thing around. Everyone is attracted to this person – and it brings a certain level of jealousy and self- questioning. To make up for what they feel they lack, they begin to shower the significant other with “things.” No matter what this person wants, the sig o finds a way to get it. In their head, they believe that the gifts will keep this person with them. What they don’t recognize is that catering to someone in this way, can be very unhealthy for both people in the relationship. After all, knowing that they can get ANYTHING they want, they may never be content and, on the other end of the spectrum, having to shower someone with gifts to keep them to stay will only leave one broke. So say that this relationship lasts for seven years – seven years of one sided wooing. And yeah, one could argue that the other person has the trophy on their arm, or that they have gotten a brand new circle of beautiful friends – but, that’s besides the point.
The sig o starts getting quiet – needing to think about some stuff, but never ceases to confess their love to you. So, it’s a cause of uneasiness – but the confessions of love keep you sedated. All of these new beautiful people are coming around, and they have more money, more cars, more “things.” So you can’t really fight. And then the sig o announces to you that there is going to be a big party on Thursday night at 9 – and of course, you should be there. That’s when you find out at 9:30, that they found someone else – and oh, that person makes them happy.
Ummmmmmmmmmmm, Hell yeah, you’d want to wish them the worst. Hell yeah, you’d say some mean things. Hell yeah, you’d be hurt. Come on now, there is a better way to do things. If you didn’t want to be with me, you could have just let me know – not embarrass me in front of the crowd. If you loved me like you said you did, you could have just been real with me or tried to work things out. If you really cared about me, you wouldn’t have set up a whole media frenzy to say, “eff you very much.” Dan Gilbert is hurt! Give me a break with all these bull comments that you all are coming with.
The fact of the matter is that Lebron spat in their face. The way he did Cleveland was uncouth at best. And perhaps its going to be forgivable in the future – because he’s young. But, don’t act like Gilbert is wrong for saying what he said. It’s about time that someone opened their mouth and told Lebron how they really felt, instead of listening to him cry about him him him.
Should Gilbert apologize? Hell to da naw! That’s how he felt. And, when you find out that you were dumped on Thursday night at 9:30pm, sometimes, you don’t have anything good to say. And that’s real talk!
