She has done it again. Another song that speaks to my inner thoughts, experiences and secrets. Mary, Mary, Mary this time you have taken the cake. I first heard Mr. Wrong and instantly started singing with the chorus. After I stopped belting out the words at the top of my lungs, I took a second to look up the lyrics to fully understand why this song had made the hair on my arms stand on ends. The words.... Speak to a side that I dare not admit to. "Hung up off your good, you call and I run", and run I have. I have ran in to his arms, time and time again because he has put a hold on me. Stupid I know but when you are in the moment, you are lead to believe everything is alright. For years, all it took was a phone call, an empty promise and a kiss and I was puddy in his hands. "When he put that loving on me, I can't think of nothing that'll make me walk out" until the reality of what I had done set in. When everything was said and done, I would sit on my bed and cry for hours because I felt used, dirty and ashamed. Wondering why I continued to fall for his lies. But how could I blame him? If I could say something just as simple as, "I'm sorry" or "let's go to dinner" or "I miss you" and that would get me whatever I wanted, then WHY NOT?! My Mr. Wrong had figured out a system that has worked and has happily gotten everything he desired for years. Now, he no longer reaps the benefits of being my Mr. Wrong but every time I hear that song, it brings back memories. I can't lie, I miss my Mr. Wrong, for obvious reasons but also because despite just the physical, there was more of a connection. He just wasn't ready to give me what I deserved. Either, he wasn't ready or didn't want to. Every now and then Mr. Wrong contacts me and for a second, I think about going back. Well, maybe for a couple of minutes. But every time I think of the love I had and gave Mr. Wrong, I think of the pain and disappointment I continued to feel with him. Mr. Wrong will always be in my heart, "ain't no way that I'm moving on".... Sorry Mary, with that one, I just can't agree. But damn, I love my Mr. Wrong!
Til Next Time,
Peaches Jones
