Call Me An Asshole...

I'm Fantasia, and I always show good judgment!

In an interview with VH1, Fantasia admitted that her hospital visit at the beginning of the month was due to a suicide attempt. Quoting Fanny, "I just wanted out...I wanted it to be over---all of it."

We all know about the drama that drove her to this point: her affair with a married man, threats that she would be sued by the wife, all that good gossip fodder. With all of this coming down on her, Fanny was simply tired that people were constantly doing her wrong and wanted to end her life.

Well, call me an asshole, but I really don't feel sorry for you, Fantasia.

Don't get me wrong; I know that depression and suicide is a topic in the African American community that is not dealt with as much as it should be. Too many people suffer in silence and don't feel that there is any escape and relief, and for that we really need to address mental health.

However, Fantasia's problems were not due to mental illness or clinical depression; it was because she effed up and decided to be with a married man.

And how does she justify it? By saying that he "lied" to her and said he was "separated." If you haven't read my post "Your Eyes Are Brown Because You're Full of Shit," then you know that this whole "he/she was separated" ideology doesn't mean shit, and Fanny, you are now the poster child of that.

You decided to get with someone who hadn't fully separated from his present, and you're surprised it blew up in your face? The man was cheating on his wife with you, and you thought that he wouldn't eff you over too? Come on sweetie, you have a brain and your G.E.D.; use them.

Not to mention, you have a daughter. Maybe if you were spending more time with her instead of trying to get your rocks off, jet-skiing with a man who left his own two kids behind to go canoodling and fornicating with you, we wouldn't have this little issue, would we?

So do I feel bad for Fantasia? Do I consider her suicide attempt a tragedy? Am I fawning over my laptop looking for the latest news, praying that she's okay? No, no, and no. Don't get me wrong, I wish her the best in her future, but I don't sympathize with people who make stupid decisions for stupid reasons and then get surprised when the proverbial shit hits that ever-spinning fan.

Next time, Fanny, choose to be with a man who is wholly free from any and all relationships before seeking to be with him. Choose to be wiser in your picking processes. And lastly, think more about yourself when it comes to choosing a mate; see where your selfishness took you?

Oh, and you're too damn old for this dumb shit. Grow up. Mmkaythanks.