Excerpts from the Diary of a Diva

Dear readers, your girl is on the move again. After seven months of cohabitation, I signed a lease on my very own apartment over the weekend! Can I just say that I'm too excited? I've had apartments before -- and this'll be the fifth move in three years -- but this one just feels different to me. I guess it's because I need it so bad right now. And how is Mr. Wonderful taking it, you ask? He was shocked, to say the least. Even though I told him I'd be getting my own place, I don't think he really believed me. When I told him, I made it a point not to act too excited. I let him know that I don't love him any less, but it'll be better for us if I have my own space. So that's pretty much what's going on in the life. And as far as the relationship is concerned -- because one of my dear readers asked about it -- we're still good. Don't know how long it'll be like that, but until it's over, I'm gonna enjoy it and him. :)

After a week of being angry with Mr. Wonderful, I decided to let it go. As I told you before, I'm not cut out for war. I'm a woman of peace. And our weekend was great. We ended up hanging out at Venice Beach with friends. Overall, a good time was had by all. Were the issues resolved? Not really, but sometimes you have to concede to live peacefully. So now we move on from the personal to the professional. And that's where the next conflict begins... My boss tripped out on me. Big time. And even if I did kinda deserve it, the way she went about it was completely uncalled for. Here's what happened... We have to write scripts, which are made up of four stories. She assigns these, and we work on them. I had just finished a script on Thursday, so I was waiting for her to assign me four more on Friday. In the meantime, I did what any other person would do while waiting...checked my email, updated my Facebook page, etc. After a while, I was like, "Uh, maybe I...

Okay...can I just say that I'm not cut out for war? Even though I'm the wronged party, I'm the one suffering. My stomach is in knots, my head hurts, and I can't rest. (Anyone who knows me well KNOWS I'm having a hard time if sleep isn't peaceful.) I can barely get my work done, and the dreams...they're driving me up the wall. Last night's episode found me living with some old man in the back of some church-like building. My pastor stopped by help us do something -- again, I can't tell you what. Anyway, he saw me coming from the man's living quarters into the sanctuary. Naturally, I was embarrassed, but when the pastor called me over to talk to him, I woke up. All of this just confirms what I've known for a while now....I need to get out of his house as soon as I possibly can. Even though I hadn't planned to make a move for a few months, it looks like the time has come. And just so you know...he hasn't apologized. I'm gues...

I've never really been a fighter. It's never thrilled me to have to stand up and ask for what I felt should be mine. In my opinion, you should just give it to me. But since nothing ever works like that, I've had to come out of my comfort zone on several occasions to demand fairness. And that's what has happened with me and Mr. Wonderful. As I've told you before, it drives me up the wall when he moves my stuff. It probably wouldn't be so bad, but he sorts it out and hides it from me. I've asked him several times not to do that, but he insists upon it. So when I got home the other day to find my stuff moved...AGAIN...I lost it. His excuse was that he was cleaning up. I was like, "Okay. I get that. But could you at least wait until I get home to move my stuff so I'll know where it is?" And he gave me that look reserved for the terminally stupid. I should explain that I NEVER go through his stuff. I personally find it disrespectful. B...

"Wednesday's child is full of woe..." She was born on a Wednesday and died on a Wednesday, and looking at her life, you could see how the childhood rhyme could've applied. Death had visited her more than a few times...both of her parents by 13, her husband at 42, and a host of other siblings, relatives, children, and friends in her lifetime. And all of that went on within a 30 mile radius of where she grew up in Jim Crow's South. Yet... She had a special brand of joy. Her faith in God was strong, and although she wasn't a wealthy woman by any means, she had plenty of love around her. And we all loved her. Even now, two years after we said our final goodbye, I still think of her every day. Her words and laughter continue to shape my life as I grow up into a woman I think she'd be proud of. And so today, through my tears, I celebrate the life and times of my precious Granny...my first friend and best magic, and an all-around awesome woman.

Now that I'm getting ready to give Mr. Wonderful the ol' heave-ho, I'm beginning to think about what life will be like on the other side. If you've ever spent any time being single, you know how crazy it can be. There are guys out there who see us in our solitary glory and feel the need to help us rectify what they see as a bad situation. If they were actually bringing something other than a big...ego and a smile, I might be interested. Now that I'm more mature, I just don't have time for foolishness. In the very near future, I see myself living alone, going out with friends, and enjoying my life as an independent woman. Does this mean I don't want the husband and kids? Not at all. I'd love to have someone to grow old with. However, I'm not going to mope about it until it happens. I'm going to live. And if, by chance, a nice gentleman comes along who wants to enhance my life, I just might let him.

I'm not actively breaking up with Mr. Wonderful, but I think I've finally divested my heart from him. And why, you ask? Because, dear reader, he finally made his fatal statement. As I've told you before, he's much older than me. His children are already grown and he's not in the market for more. And believe me, I get it. If I were his age, I'd be looking forward to playing with the grandbabies and sending them home to their parents, too. However... That's not the case for me. I don't have kids yet, and I'd like to have them. Nothing is guaranteed...and it's not like my biological clock is ticking like crazy. But I want to have the option of procreating with the man I love, and if that can't happen with Mr. Wonderful, I've got to keep it moving. So here's how it went down...we were watching the movie Overboard with Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell. At the end, Russell asked Hawn what he could possibly give her she didn't alrea...