Loveee – Part II

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You’ve met someone, they make you laugh, you have some similarities, he/she accepts your “flaws and all,” your relationship starts to become a little more serious, ya’ll start doing a lot more together, you guys are taking the “test” trips to see if you can handle each other for more than 24hrs and then it gets real, the question of, should we move in together?…Oh my gosh!!! YOU ARE IN LUV or are you?

I used to think that luv did not exist and sometimes I still don’t.  I believed that people fall into lust and because they so badly want the idea of “love” they are willing to accept anything and settle for what crosses their path.
I looked up the definition for “love” and it seems so simple but, nothing is simple when you have the human factor involved.
Love (according to Webster):  an intense feeling of deep affection, a person or thing that one loves, or a feel of deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone).
Let’s look at the definition of “lust.”
Lust: very strong sexual desire, have a very strong sexual desire for someone
Definitions sound kind of similar don’t they?  Just stronger adjectives to make it seem as though they are not the same.
Now, back to the scenario above.  You guys chose to move in with each other.  There are quirks you don’t particularly care for but, you “let that shit go” because you know how to pick and choose your battles.  However, there are certain things that “grind your gears” and you fuss about.  That’s part of a relationship, communicating by fussing… right? Wrong.  You are beginning to find more faults that you know you did not sign up for but, you trying to make it work because all relationships take work.
Wayment!!! You didn’t tell me that you were gonna have a child.  Was that in the picture or was it a surprise?  Either way, what you are gonna do?  What are his beliefs in raising children?  How does she want to raise the child?  Were your upbringings good ones?  Will they affect what you do or don’t do with the munchkin(s)?  Questions you never thought to ask until now and probably still won’t.
The child has arrived, the right thing to do is get married so, this union can be legit.  We don’t want another broken home.  The faults that you tolerated before are intensified now.  You have a little human being constantly needing attention and your significant other being them but, because of the new variable in the complex equation called life, you are viewing things completely differently.   Those little quirks that you thought were cute before are no longer cute.  You are constantly upset.  “Here it is, I am taking care of a baby, and you want to go hang out with your friends and leave me here by ‘myself?’” “Fine, be selfish.”  “You ain’t no baby so, you need to clean up after yourself cuz, I ain’t the one.” Arguing has become a part of your daily or weekly routine.
Your relationship takes a spiraling turn (possibly for the worst)?  Did lust wear off?  The idea of being in luv finally fade away?  Where you ever truly in luv? Did you not understand when you signed up for this luv thing, that “falling in luv can be easy, staying in luv is too tricky” – Raphael Saadiq
A friend once told me;
“I believe in love, love is a selfless act, an act that does not expect anything in return because it is genuine. You would do anything for your love without strings attached…the problem is, most mess up when they become angry when they are not “loved” in return. If your love is pure, regardless of what the other person has done, their actions should not change who you are. If the love is not reciprocated, you move on and respect the situation for what it was.” That is my paraphrase but, it is so true.
For me, I take it one step further.  Luv first starts with luv’n yourself. Once you have come to learn to luv you then it is okay to safely search for a luving relationship with another.  Luv is about communication, respect, appreciation, truth, lust, independence and friendship.  If you don’t have communication you will never know what the other is thinking; arguing is not the way to communicate.  It is a whole bunch of noise yielding no results.  Respecting someone and their feelings, opinions, and their being says more about  you and who you are as a person.  Appreciating one’s individuality, independence and luv for you makes a relationship so much better.  The truth is always key.  No matter how much you don’t want to speak it at times (it’s called tact – I haven’t figured out how to be tactful yet), it needs to be said.  If it weren’t for lust, you two probably would not have been together in the first place.  Hello?!?!  Lust give spark when needed and keeps your drive for the person strong.  And friendship, if you don’t have friendship, then why are you together.  Friendship equals respect, trust, security, appreciation, and communication.  Think about the many friends you have.  There is a reason why you guys were friends for so long and now, your partner, the one you have chosen to live your life with should be your biggest friend, your confidant, your ride or die.
Do I believe in luv? There are glimpses of hope from time to time but, I still find myself straddling the fence of optimism and pessimism when it comes to “true luv.”  I believe in the idea of luv.  I believe that it could happen…believing and seeing is two different things.  I know this is not how all relationships are; this is a compilation of relationships I have went through and witnessed with others.  I have seen true love and while I know it exist the human nature in me is a little skeptical at times of its purity.  However, when luv happens to cross my path, I will be ready for the challenge.
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Soapbox  Episode 1-Where is the Luv ?

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As I read the coverage of Orlando tragedy, the negative comments about President Obama, Muslims, the LGBT community, which shooting was worse than the other or how gun control has nothing to do with what happened…I look into space  in amazement to all the hypocrites.

I think, what if this was your child who was shot because of his/her sexual orientation by a man who knew what he was doing (taking religion out of the picture – I could give several phucks what his religion is when in the name of the Christian religion,  so many wrongs were done.) 

So many people and the comments made don’t know what they want to be mad at.  Pick one:

Y’all mad because Obama is not condemning Muslims. Why would he? All I am saying is…if he condemns Muslims he would also have to condemn the idiot who chose to shoot up the church in South Carolina in June 2015. You talk about the 2nd amendment and gun control not needing to be a factor, in that case, African Americans should not be considered equals according to dated constitutional rights (oh wait! In many cases we still aren’t) or will allow an idiot 3 months probation for raping an unconscious woman and call that justice . You condemn LGBT community because you think it’s a choice but, be okay with/hide the many innocent kids who had their innocence taken from them by Catholic priest, the infidelity in your marriages,  the lust for things and people or the myriad of sins in your life;  who you are you to thrown stones when you are living in a glass house. Being gay is not a choice. 

Let’s set aside the fact that this man is Muslim and the lives he chose to take were those of the LGBT community. The issue here, a man chose to end lives, he had the means to do so and that is what is unsettling. Human factor will always be a reason why someone makes choices. In this case, religion.   This could have very well been a Christian who did not like that the fact that heterosexual men and women were gyrating in a club but it wasn’t. While I do not like politics, there has to be something done about gun control. It very well may not be the answer but it could be a start – conversation. To condemn a whole religion because of the acts of one individual makes no sense. Especially when you don’t do the same for your religion and its acts. And finally, our President. Show him some respect, he literally has the world on his shoulders. He has to be the voice of many without degradation. That is one job I do not think I could do without pissing people off because I give zero phucks. 

This is the time that we should show empathy for the families who have lost their luved ones from senseless killing, pray that justice is served, and work to find sensible solutions as to how to prevent these actions again. 

Let’s Start with Me – Part I of Loveee

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I am a conceited emotional mother of one. I am plus size, full figured, or overweight (pick one). I have anger management issues, no patience, and somewhat of a “no holds barred” personality; some would call me rude or non empathetic. I’d like to think I am sympathetic when needed. I make sure that I put the caveat out there, if you ask me for my opinion understand, it’s my opinion and if you don’t agree with it then take it with a grain of salt. I am silly, love learning, love playing video games, and love being a black woman. I am not a woman scorned from relationships that didn’t work, I am a glass half full once I release my anger, and I am a self motivator. I am a thinker and a semi perfectionist. I am humble. And, I am an ARIES. All of these things I did not understand nor accept until my late twenties. When I was younger, all I knew was that I was an emotional kid.

So, let’s take it back before I found out all of things about me…back to childhood. A childhood, I truly don’t remember. Only bits and pieces, as if I suppressed memories (which I would luv to remember). From what I do remember, I know, I was a handful. I would sit in my window waiting for my dad to come and pick me up everyday (from Friday to Sunday), cry because he didn’t pick me up then be excited because two weekends later he finally showed and then come home and boast about how he was my “hero” when all he did was drop me off at my grandmothers house and take me out to eat on Sunday before I went back home. I remember people always telling me I had beautiful skin and that I could be a model, but for me, as I stated in a previous post; peer words when you are a child are stronger than any adults words of wisdom and truth. If a kid tells you you are ugly, you believe it. I remember always trying to fit in and no matter how hard I tried, it would only last for a little while. I remember me and my younger sister always clashing; I would want to play dress up and she would want to be by herself and go and build something, I would want to play doctor and literally stick a sewing needle in her skin to see the blood (what was I thinking). Don’t judge me. I know I did my sister dirty. I was not the best to her. smh

Let’s fast forward to my teenage years. My dad came around a lot more often then. He would pick me up, buy me things (I guess to show me he luved me) and we would actually “spend” more time with each other over the weekend. When we went out to eat on Sunday’s before I went back home, he would force me to try something different. He would order it, tell me to eat it, and after I said I liked it he would tell me what it was. That way I could not say it was nasty if I already said I liked it. Clever tricks. Clever tricks. Now, at this point in life, my life’s mission was to make sure my hair was cute all the time, my clothes were on point, and that I knew the latest song, or “club” music mix. Mannnnnnnnn! Every thursday evening at 2100hrs, I would turn my radio on put my tape recorder next to the radio and make sure I did not make a sound so I could record the club music being played on the radio station. This was my way of having something to listen to on the way to school the next week with my friends. Because I couldn’t relate to the other things they were doing, watching and wearing, this was my way of being hip. However, by the time I turned 15 and 9 months, I got a job and was able to purchase upon approval from my mother the clothes I needed to be cool. I was going to the gym because it was everything to be skinny and by the time I went to prom and graduated, I thought I finally made it. I was cool. I had friends. NOT!!! All of that faded as soon as graduation was over.

19, working as “Top Flight Security” and I have a boyfriend. Oh! and I am living on my own. I am no longer a size 6 but a size 14 and gaining; things change when you have a man. lol. I am job hopping – chasing money, drumming up a lot of debt, and doing all things I thought I was supposed to do in order to keep a man… going down the rabbit hole of Loss Identity Syndrome©. Things didn’t work out, I am now single, depressed, delving into alcohol and video games (that was so much fun), shopping for therapy, and constantly trying to find solace in what? I don’t know. At this point, I am in my mid twenties receiving negative attention because of my assets. I mistook this wrong attention and used it as crutch for my newfound “self confidence.” I began to be rude and nasty to people who didn’t deserve it and clothes were just as worse. As I type this, I can only shake my head. Then, something happened where it finally clicked, that I needed to change my life around. I think it was my grandmother passing away that made me want to do better.

I was in my mid/late twenties at this point, I found a mentor to teach me how to budget and take care of me financially. I finally accepted the fact that I was overweight and accepting the fact that you are overweight is 50% of being on your way to a healthier you. So, I began going to the gym, not to be skinny but to be healthy. I began loving the skin I was in. I began taking school more seriously and graduated with my associates degree and I even took my job more seriously. I learned how to be humble. I started outlining my negatives I needed to work on and consistently enhancing my positives. And, while I am still plus size, I know that I will always be a work in progress, I know who I am and finally luv the person I became to be.

“I am the goddess of war
I am filled with passion
I love
I lead
I am honest to a T
I am an Aries”

Loving and knowing who you are is the first step into a fruitful future. Without it, you maybe successful but, there will always be a void. A want for more. If you have a mentor, counselor or therapist they can aid in self approva. At the end of the day, it is up to you to accept and/or change the person you are. It appears the average time to “learn” you is late twenties early thirties. The reason could be because of our maturity level and hard knocks we may have went through. Or, we may not have went through any struggle but have become more aware of who we are as a being.

In the famous words of Ru Paul, “If you can’t love yourself, how in the hell do you expect somebody else to love you.”

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Unless you are not a part of my progress, Do NoT eNtEr!!!