MovingOn

After having my “ego” bruised a little too much, I’m starting to see that I am definitley part of the problem. I’ve noticed a pattern. When I do allow a guy to get close to me, or when I do actually take down a few BRICKS...I tend to also just make that guy my main priority. Like literally it’s all about making sure he’s okay and that I’m making him happy.
I’ve noticed I will neglect quite a lot..for that guy.
I’m at a point in my life right now where I should be focused on....God and having a better relationship with him...Also..
ME...my KIDS...(not someone else’s)...and my recovery.
I know what I need to change, and I’m glad that I’m at least aware of what issues...(which there’s a LOT) but I’m aware, and I’m definitley going to work on them. Not for anyone else, but for me.
I’m just glad that I can see where I AM the problem...or part of it...and not play victim. I really try not to be that woman who needs sympathy.
I’m learning what most women aren’t taught..and that’s to brush it off...and move the hell on.
I’m done crying over “spilled milk”...and I’m done with neglecting myself, just to make someone else happy.
Honestly, today I woke up and I looked out my window...and saw that life didn’t stop or end..just because I got hurt...again.
I felt some major relief, and I thank God that he did what I couldn’t do...and that was to take someone toxic out of my life. The lesson has been taught. Moving on.

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Unsent letter….

I wanna message you so bad, but I won’t because it would only lead to more gaslighting and manipulation. You’re a dark rabbit hole that I just can’t entertain any longer. But if I did message you, I would tell you I miss you so much, and wish you were holding me right now. I just need a hug from you, something that I rarely ever got. In fact, those good feelings that I wish I could get a little bit of right now, don’t exist. Because the version of you that I miss doesn’t exist. So thankfully, I am not writing this to you right now, and I can save myself some dignity and just write it down and then maybe burn one day when I don’t care anymore. I’m not there yet, but soon the non-existent person of you that I miss will be non existent in my mind and I’ll no longer be writing anything pertaining to you. The real and fake you. I love you so much and I miss you so bad that it hurts. Loving you seems to hurt more and more these days. It wasn’t always like that, until it was. Ok, enough...

Outcasted

Being ignored by people you used to call family. How quickly people turn on you...forget about you...literally act as if you don't even exist anymore! What's really unfortunate is how it doesn't seem to even phase them...yet it's been over a year now since I've been "outcasted", and to this day I still make attempts to reach out...hoping for some sort of an acknowledgment, but I get absolute nothing. I would feel ashamed for treating anyone that way...let alone someone who was called a FAMILY member at one time. I guess it's time to let this go...no point in setting myself up for disappointment any longer. It's been made pretty clear they want no part in my life or mine in theirs. I didn't want that bridge to burn...and I still don't feel it needs to be like this...in fact I'm pretty sure divorce is a common thing these days...and family's don't just cut you out cause you no longer are legally related. Especially when kids are i...

Happily Single!

I know it's hard to believe...but I really am happy being single. I'm okay with casual dating...don't get me wrong..when I say "casual" I don't mean sleeping around, just enjoying another mans company from time to time. And if something progresses from that then so be it. I won't run from my feelings. I may hold back a little...but that's just because I'm in no rush. There's no reason to try and hurry up a boyfriend. For me, it's not the end of the world to be single. Unfortunately, I think too many women give us a bad stereotype of desperation. Like there's something wrong with a woman if she's been single for longer than normal, or that she's lying when she says she enjoys being single. It's not a "front". I'm not trying to put any guard up...or hide from love...I am just genuinely content being single! When I feel like I'm ready to get serious about love and relationships I'll make my next move! It...

A Little Stuck….

I’ve been kinda stuck in “limbo” lately….just not really feeling anything. I’ve just felt kinda numb to everyone and everything, keep to myself…and I guess just trying to figure out what my new “normal” is gonna be. Since the break-up that I recently went through, everything has just been flipped upside down…and I lost a big part of who I was in that relationship. But….I’m starting to think I didn’t like who I was too much back then anyways….obviously he didn’t either. So I’m not exactly fighting to keep her here….I’m letting who I was with him, letting her and him go. Good Riddance. I made that a rule after him and I broke up that I can’t lay around in my damn bed and feel sorry for myself all day or for any longer than he is laying around crying over me. And that’s none…so none for me either. I don’t want to live like that, that won’t fix a damn thing, and it won’t bring him back to me…which again….something else I am not so sure I want back. See….? Slowly…..but surel...

Me, the difficult one…

Me, the difficult one. Given that title at birth, or maybe I earned it. Either way...I own it. Your welcome. I am unapologetic about me, because the dirty paths have taught me not to be sorry for who I am. So I’m not. Maybe that sounds cold, but who are you to judge the temperature of my heart if you’ve never offered your own. This ever, so complicated puzzle of me, it’s only for the ones much deeper than language written on the skin. Bring me the one who’s not afraid to rip me open...take my heart out...listen closely to what the butterflies say, and turn it into poetry. I dare you to love me like that.

My Big Wake-up Call

I’m just as silly and naive now…as I was when I was younger. Except now, I don’t have any excuses for it, by now I should be rock solid, can’t break through my walls….like military grade type shit. But nope….I somehow stay all weak and emotional and too nice, too forgiving, and definitley too damn accommodating to everyone except for myself. I mean it makes sense right? My heart is literally shattered…and some days it hurts to even breathe…but I make sure that I put a brave face on….and pretend like my life is okay…it’s not great…but it’s okay. Because no one wants to be around a sad person. Sad people are needy and well, let’s be honest just uncomfortable to be around. No one wants that type of energy. It’s depressing and I definitley don’t want it, but I also don’t do much to pull myself out of it either. In fact, I do a real good job at making everything so much harder for myself than it has to be. A big example, taking back the man who has broken up with me about 3-4 time...

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