The most poison words to the strongest man comes from her mouth

As I get ready to fire off another show on cyber radio, I reflect on a few noises that I got over texts from the illustrious Shelly. If this is the way she expects to retain, or even convince me that I should stay with her and continue to grow the relationship I have news for her. For ANY woman coming into a relationship with a Confederate American like me, telling me what you will or wont do in the bedroom, or for that matter have as my associates and collegues all ain't going to make for good items to negotiate. It'd be as bad as if Shelly told me that Lexibelle had to go, just I told her the first time, Shelly would be pounding bricks long before LexiBelle ever does, that old truck is the very line into my soul. 
Quite frankly, if it were not for the sake of 80% curiosity and 10% that Shelly is still in debt to the organization, I'd tell Shelly adios, the next time she sent me one of these texts and all about how she does not like or dislikes some gal that goes to work. Shelly is like the turtle that's afraid to poke its head out of its shell, fearing the cicle to cut her neck. Thing is she bitches she has no friends, yet when presented with potential friends she runs. Me especially when it comes to the sweet scented gender, I run as fast as I can from ALL women. Even the ones I work with. In my opinion, its go to the studio, the film lot, or the shop. Do whatever we're going to do there, have a brew ,review of what we did, then let me in my truck or the General JaXson, and leave , to be by myself. I relish my private time, and seclusion , I'm not into the big things. But what's going to happen is Shelly is going to keep pushing only to find , good old me is gone pushed away from her. Then telling me she don't Trust this one, or that one, or any of my staff. I did find it quite nice to see a friend stand up for me on line last night. That sword is two edged, on one side super sharp, to calm all of Shelly's suspicions , on the other side sharper of an edge that women, are here and a few do, like this old high octane canine. Like that song of Sawyer Brown goes, nope, not all girls like me, but quite afew others do. 
Gotta get ready for the evening show.
TTYLY