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Time To Get Honest About: My Breakup

I just made the not-so-difficult choice to end my relationship, and I’m not even bothering to tell the guy. Why? Because I haven’t the emotional or mental capacity to deal with him anymore. I’ve been numb for the past couple days, then the feels hit and I figured I should post about it. I had this nice, frilly, ladylike post all set up and half way through it I decided to take a nap. As I arose from my slumber I opened my laptop, reread over what I had written, and I was highly annoyed. It was lackluster, completely devoid of how I’m really feeling. Y’all I’m mad as hell and there’s really no other way for me to say that. I took the time to try and build an entire life with someone (we were planning on getting married) and he crapped out on me, he doesn’t even try anymore. And I’m done with it.

There are all these cute, prissy articles about how to get over a breakup and, as nice and wholesome as they are, they’re a flaming pile of sh*t. Yes you should forgive them, because forgiveness is for you not the other person. No you should never try to get over it as quick as possible. Yes it hurts, no you won’t feel that way forever, and yes you will find love again. But, my God, they’re so cliche! They feel so robotic, and they all say the same things. I’m deep, deep, deep in my feelings right now and I think that’s a good thing. I’m not planning to act on the wide range of emotions I’ve been going through, but I believe I should be transparent about how I’m feeling and the steps I’m taking to get over this sh*t and back to my fabulous self. How do I feel? Well…

 

I feel hurt.

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I pictured a life, our life, being this amazing and perfect union of two dope ass people tearing sh*t up and setting the world ablaze. We’d have successful careers, a nice house, four beautiful Black babies, and would be together forever. I knew I wanted that with him when I first met him, and if I’m honest a small part of me still wants that. But not enough to keep living this bullsh*t day in and day out. Making plans and then cancelling on me, repeatedly. Having expectations of me that were unreachable. A sickeningly large emotional detachment. That is what I was living with. It hurts, and I hate every minute of it.

I feel devalued.

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Like I’m nothing, which is insane because I know I’m f*cking amazing. A damn unicorn. But when I’m with him I feel like trash, and very small. I feel like an ant in high heels is taller than me. Now that I don’t feel obligated to deal with him I feel free, like I’ve finally come up for air. He’s not a terrible person, but he made me feel like sh*t and that’s not okay. And he knew I felt this way but that didn’t change how he treated me. I had to accept the fact that he knew what he was doing and he didn’t care enough about me to stop doing it. That broke my heart into a million pieces.

I feel angry.

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If I could punch him in the face repeatedly, I honestly would. I put my goals and dreams on hold for someone who won’t even fight for me. He may be a total dick head but that was my fault, I should’ve never stopped moving forward because of someone else. I’m mad at him for not being honest with me about how he feels, and for overstepping so many boundaries. I’m mad that he made all these wild claims about how great of a husband he’d be when he was a shitty boyfriend. How when the time came for him to step up and be the man he’d just walk away, like it didn’t even matter to him one way or the other.

I’m angry at the fact that I had no voice in our relationship, every disagreement with what he wanted was seen as a betrayal. My feelings weren’t taken into account, he couldn’t see outside of himself and I allowed him to do this. I’m angry at him, but way more angry at myself. I was expected to give up my friends, my job, my career, everything I’m passionate about for his ass.

“You want me to give up everything to be with you, what are you giving up?” “What do you mean? I’m going to be busting my ass working two jobs to support us!” So I’m sacrificing my life, everything and everyone I love, for a burden you decided to take on yourself? Nah. Y’all I can’t. I cannot, and I shouldn’t have to.

 

I feel exhausted.

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Fight. Makeup. Repeat for all of eternity. That has been my life for the last few months. There’s drama at work, at home, and with him and I can’t take it anymore. I work forty hours a week running a $2 million dollar business, I have eleven employees to look after, sales goals, visual merchandising moves to plan and execute, marketing promotions to enforce and take care of, conference calls, dealing with crazies on a daily basis. Then I get home and I have creative differences with my family, which is even more stressful. Then I have to deal with a raging narcissist that’s so wrapped up in himself that he can’t be bothered to give a sh*t about what I’m going through. I feel like I’m drowning, I’m too tired to blog or work on my business plans and that kills me. It’s always me catering to him, me comforting him, me boosting him up, me tirelessly telling him I love him and what do I get? Exhaustion. I can’t even bring myself to tell him to get lost because it’s just going to tire me out even more. I don’t want to tell him all this sh*t because I have so many times and I’m sick to death of beating this dead horse.

So, if you’re reading this…I quit you.

Breaking up with someone is rough, even if you know it’s the right thing to do. I’m not listening to love songs, or taking the time out my day to bash him because neither of those things solve anything. It was a short relationship, but the feelings were pretty deep. So what am I doing to heal from all of this and move forward? For starters:

 

1. I’m getting back to me.

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I love to write, it takes me to a place where I can unload my deepest thoughts free from judgement or the opinions of those who really don’t matter. When I started this post I felt like the ground was splitting apart beneath me and I had no safe place to run to. But then I started writing, it made me cry at first. I kept getting up from the table because I just couldn’t face what was happening. But I pushed through it, and I’m glad I did.

Books, music, cooking, makeup, making memories with my friends and family; these things make me happy. I invested so much time and energy into someone who didn’t deserve me that I forgot who I was and what I wanted out of life. No more, and never again. I’m going to write, and create, and give myself the life I know I deserve. I’m taking care of me, because I’m the most important person in my life. You should never feel bad or selfish for taking care of yourself, that’s literally the best thing you can do. I made the decision to do just that, and I’m a happier me.

2. I allowed myself to feel everything…freely.

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I felt hurt, discarded, deceived, and broken but I didn’t run from any of those feelings. Letting myself feel those things was hard, because I know I’m a strong person. But feeling helpless for a short time kinda forced me to fall back on what I’m really made of. Perseverance, determination, an amazing drive, confidence, and an unusual amount of optimism. I felt the pain, I didn’t fight it, and I accepted it for what it was. I was pretty pissed off, I mean, who does he think he is? I’m f*cking awesome! I have a great head on my shoulders, I’m smart as hell, I’m a vibrant person, I’m talented, and resourceful. I’m a pretty dope ass woman, and it’s important that I never forget that. You are an amazing woman, nobody can do what you do. Nobody has your perspective, no one on this Earth can bring what you bring and how you bring it to the table. Nobody. Those are the thoughts that sobered me up and got my head back into the game. That’s the kind of inner coaching you have to do for yourself.

3. I’m starting a gratitude journal.

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Everyday, starting today, I’m going to write down everything I’m grateful for. I just listed sixteen things off the top of my head, and I’d be able to jot down a lot more but I really want to finish this post before I got to work. In five minutes I feel more energetic, enthusiastic, and ready to conquer all of my problems and goals. I look at this list and see all the things God has blessed me with, which is the total opposite of how I’ve been looking at my life lately. I used to think about and focus on what I didn’t have or what I needed, tossing aside everything I already have. And it’s a lot, way more than what most people have and I’m grateful. I know you feel crappy, but write down what you’re grateful for. It could be as big as having a great job or a sizable 401k (which every millennial should have) or as small as finding a Snicker bar in your purse that you forgot about. Write it down and read it every time you feel like your life is sh*t because, chances are, it’s not as bad you think it is.

4. I’m learning how to forgive him.

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I honestly don’t know where to start with this one. On the one hand I’m completely done with his ass, but on the other I kinda feel bad for him. The term narcissist is used too loosely but I really do believe he is one, and that breaks my heart. But that’s absolutely no excuse for the way he acted and how he treated me, I still have to forgive him though. I don’t want the next guy to pay for what he did because that isn’t fair to him (whoever he is) at all. I had to understand that the behavior he exhibited was a projection of how he viewed himself, it had nothing to do with me; I was just the landing strip for the bullsh*t he aired out. Never allow yourself to be anybody’s personal punching bag, learn how to stand up for yourself and say, “Enough is enough”. I hope he finds peace and I wish him the best, but sometimes you have to love people from afar.

5. I’m learning how to forgive myself.

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I let this happen because I was blinded by my feelings for him. I let him talk down to me, I let him call my dreams stupid and unimportant, I let him shrink me down to nothing. I did it, and now I have to forgive myself. I dropped the ball and that’s okay, it happens. I’m not wasting my time beating myself up about it because it won’t change what happened, but it did teach me many valuable lessons. This one bad thing happened and it grew me as a person, I went forward and not backwards. That’s a blessing! Bumps in the road are going to happen, learn from them and grow from them; they’ll shape you into someone you never dreamed you could be. I accept adversity because I know I’m going to get through whatever it is with a whole new perspective on life, you should do the same.

Three days ago I couldn’t get out of bed, today I’m ecstatic about what tomorrow holds for me. I’m really glad I took the time to write all this out because I feel so much better, so much sharper. I haven’t talked to He Who Shall Not Be Named these last seventy-two hours, and I’m still pretty solid about never speaking to him again. But if I do, so be it. I hope this helped someone who may be going through this too. I know when I look back and reread this, I’ll be very proud of myself for making these decisions. Look at me being a responsible adult! Well, I must be getting ready for work my loves. Tah tah for now 🙂

 

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Reality Check: Time To Get In Formation

” Your winter is someone else’s summer.”

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That quote unleashes some very visceral emotions inside of me; things I’ve kept tucked away while I try to keep up with the day-to-day busyness of adulthood. But it’s high time I let them go because holding on is doing me absolutely no good. I’ve realized, while amidst the thick of the fuckery I’ve been through this year, that I have a high propensity for being a perfectionist. It’s so high, in fact, that it keeps me from going after the things that I want and need to do. I’ll set out to do something and, midstream, I’ll freeze because I think whatever I’m doing isn’t good enough and the follow through ends up being super wack.

I haven’t updated my blog, worked on my business models, or any of my interests because I’ve allowed my circumstances to get the best of me. This year has been pretty tough, definitely the coldest metaphoric winter I’ve ever experienced. I’ve been homeless, I was assaulted, I’ve been abandoned several times, heart broken more than once, and many other trials and tribulations have ensued. I’ve let those things mold me into someone I don’t recognize when I look into the mirror, and that terrifies me. I’ve allowed myself to become this person who, when standing face-to-face with obstacles, she gets emotional and has a pity party for herself long before she attacks them. And when I finally do, I’m exhausted from the roller coaster ride I put myself through. I’m at the point where I’m sick and tired of not being in control of my own destiny. I’m completely over just existing and I’m ready to start living again.

I’m not sure what point you’re at in your life as you’re reading this. Hell, you could be doing great in life, and if you are good for you. Do that shit! But if you’re stuck in the same old rut and you’re ready to get back to where you were before, or even transcend beyond that point (which is always a good idea), then I’ll offer you three pieces of advice that have jump-started my will to live life more abundantly again no matter what my circumstances are. You can Google the phrase “How to get your shit together” and easily find 1.3 million articles on how to do just that, each one offering fifty plus ways to turn the lemons life has hurled at your poor peanut shaped head into lemonade (all hail #QueenBey!). But I think three is a good place to start. There’s something about that number that resonates with me; I think it signifies harmony, and we could all use a little more of that. Plus, I think these three things open the door to many more good habits that can and will help push you into the right direction. So, let’s begin.

  1. Get objective feedback from a trustworthy source.

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Emphasis on trustworthy. So not that one coworker who’s always having money problems, or your cousin Ray Ray who can’t hold down a job for longer than sixty days, and definitely not your super “independent”  man hating aunt who hasn’t had a bae since ’86. This person should be close enough to you where they know exactly what you may be going through, but are far away enough to see the bigger picture, and wise enough to point you in the right direction. You could be focusing too much of your attention on a problem at work or a relationship that doesn’t serve you, and that person has the ability to come in with a fresh pair of eyes and give you the perspective you would’ve taken longer to achieve on your own.

I have friends who keep me moving forward even when I can’t seem to pull it together sometimes. When I’m dealing with a tough situation in my personal life, or I’m entertaining something or someone that is challenging my self-worth (it really doesn’t matter what it is) one or all of them will individually or collectively say to me, “Bitch….no!” And they will proceed to snatch my wig to and fro until I get myself back into formation. They’re present enough to know the details of whatever the problem is but also able to take the emotion out of what I’m telling them in order to help me come up with solutions that will work to solve said problem. I am so grateful for them because I tend to be very dramatic all the time  sometimes and I have this annoying habit of making mountains out of molehills. Silly me.

2. Acknowledge what’s working

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You are incredible! You are a work of art, absolutely divine, and so so talented. Never allow yourself to lose sight of how special and unique you are. Focusing on the deeper reality of the spirit instead of where your ego is just may be all you need to pick yourself up and keep moving forward. It doesn’t matter how many times you think you’ve fallen short, it’s really about your perspective. You could be bombing at one thing but blowing something else out of the water in another area of your life.

One of my biggest adulthood boo boos is not saving enough money. And by enough, I mean none at all; I’m the worst at that. I’ll have the best intentions when I’m planning out my bills but then I’ll get so anxious and overwhelmed about deadlines and such that saving goes completely out the window. I have really bad anxiety about being homeless again. It’s at the forefront of my mind when I think about and handle money. “Oh I can’t get those shoes, gotta save for rent. I can’t be homeless again” “Nah, I’ll just eat at home. I can’t be eating out, gotta pay my rent so I’ll have a roof over my head” “I gotta get it together man, I can’t go back to that shelter”

I’ll get so caught up in what could go wrong if all the bad shit I cook up in my head happened simultaneously (which never does), that I rarely acknowledge all the things I’m doing right. For one, I actually care about paying things on time. That’s a win, because a lot of people really don’t give a shit. I’m responsible (did you hear that Mom and Dad?), or at least I try to be as much as I can. And as much as I panic about it, I do pay all my bills. I’m actually coming up with ways to say money that will have many long term benefits instead of short term ones; another step in the right direction. Doing that helps me focus on the future and gets my brain thinking about how I’m going to achieve my next set of goals. When I’m in this frame of mind I’m in problem solving mode instead of panic mode, which does wonders for my nerves. Instead of holding my face in my hands saying “Oh my God, oh my God. What do I do?” repeatedly I ask myself “What am I doing now that’s gotten me to this point?”, “What do I want to see happen in this area?”, and “What can I do to turn this shit around?” And then something amazing happens. I’ll remember that I’m pretty damn awesome and I can do anything I put my mind to. Perspective.

3. Meditate on gratitude and appreciation.

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It may sound super cheesy, but a little gratitude goes a long way. Frustration has a way of making everything seem really really shitty. Your boss may have been a total douche to do in front of some really important people, and you’re so pissed off that you sit there and stew over it all day, then some jerk cuts you off in traffic, and you’re so hell bent on getting home that you forgot to hit up that one place you love because they’re having a 25% off sale on your favorite wine. Then you finally get home, after all that, only to trip over an ant playing soccer on a cotton ball and you hit your pinky toe on that same corner of the coffee table that you have at least two hundred times minimum. Stupid boss, this all your fault.  You work tirelessly to be amazing at what you do and your boss never shows any appreciation at all. You come in early, you leave late, you blow the roof off the place, and you get nothing in return. Not even a nod. Your life is absolute shit and it’ll never get any better, plus you won’t have any more functional toes left because of that damn table. It’ll never get better, right? Wrong. Sometimes a brief moment of stepping out of a disheartening situation to an appreciation of something general, no matter how small, can take you forward a few steps to detaching from what isn’t working. And when you do that you create space that gives you room to shift towards a better view.

I get so bogged down about bills, and adulting, and how I should be so much further along in life than I am right now. I beat myself up about not writing enough, or not having the funding to start my businesses, or about how bad I am at remembering to do laundry that I forget to be grateful for all the things that I do have and have been blessed with. I have a great living space that’s warm, and inviting, and it’s my sanctuary. When my mind becomes cluttered and I can’t think straight, I’ll look around and see that the state of my thoughts have manifested themselves into my living space. So I’ll clean it up; wash dishes, do laundry, clean my bathroom, reorganize my closet, everything. And when I’m done I get this overwhelming feeling of pride and gratitude; I’ll look around and say to myself “Wow, this is my place. This time last year I was staying with this person and that person, then I ended up living in a hotel, then a shelter, then somebody else’s place, then a place where the roof was leaking. Now I’m here, safe, warm, and back on track. Thank you Lord”.

That one moment gives way to many more that allow me to see just how far I’ve come in such a short amount of time. I thank God for everything, and every time I do the Universe takes note of it and I attract more great things my way. When I spend money, on whatever, I always thank God and the Universe for allowing me to have it; and I say to myself “There’s more where that came from”. When I’m cleaning up and I find a dime or a penny I say thank you out loud. When I make some bomb fajitas, I say thank you (out loud), because God didn’t have to bless me with the resources to make that party in my mouth happen but He did and I’m grateful. Gratitude really does go a long way and soon you’ll begin to realize just how much you really have, which takes the focus off what you don’t have and that makes room for you to get what you want to have. See how that works?

Life can serve a pretty mean uppercut, but that doesn’t mean you have to settle with getting your ass kicked everyday (bob and weave my G). I promise if you do these three things every time you face a problem, you’ll get through it and with a level of style and grace that may surprise you. It’s 2:30 in the morning and, as I’m writing this, my problems seem to be much smaller than I thought they were before I started this post. There’s freedom in that, I feel lighter. And my goals seem much more attainable. The same can be true for you, all you have to do is apply what I mentioned above and you’ll be Gucci. So go knock it out the park, kiddo.

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16 Lines Of Perfection

The right man for you will want all of you, and he won’t want you any other way than how you are at this very moment. You won’t have to dress a certain way, act a certain way, or hold anything back—you’ll be enough, and never too much. Your strong personality, dorky laugh, and insane love of anchovies will all be quirks that he finds irresistible. Before I met my boyfriend I thought I had to always “be on my best behavior” every time I met a guy. I didn’t want my weird quirks and opinions to scare him off, so I’d only show shadows of my true personality. That, my dear, is total bullsh…crap!

Literally five days before I met my boyfriend I went on a date with another guy, it was a really great date but I just wasn’t into him. When I was with him I wasn’t being myself, I mean I was but not really. After the date I decided to just chill out by myself for a while, dating was just becoming exhausting. Five days later I met the man of my dreams, and it only took me two days to decide that he was the one for me. I’ve been able to be myself and completely honest with him from the beginning. I haven’t held back my thoughts or ideas ever, in fact, he always can tell when I am and he encourages me to tell him how I feel—even if its something he may not want to hear or disagrees with. And I’m not afraid to disagree with him, that’s a big one for me. I used to avoid conflict in past relationships so I wouldn’t make waves because I thought a disagreement would turn into a fight, and we’d break up (either he’d leave me or I’d leave him).

We had our first really big disagreement the other day, and it was over something so insignificant. There was yelling, over-talking, and a little profanity peppered in for pizzazz; he couldn’t see my point and I could see his but I continued to disagree with him. I stormed out of his apartment and sat on the stairs for a while, I was really upset; not by the argument itself but by the way he was speaking to me. The same man that made my heart melt with every kiss he planted on my forehead was now the same man that I now wanted to punch (well not really punch, it’d be more of a “hey you’re being a complete jerk” love tap). I thought about leaving and going home, but something rose up from inside of me and said, “Oh no ma’am! You two are going to work this out, now get in there and fix it!” And we did which, again, was huge.

I’m loud, bratty, and a total control freak. I nag him about his health, fuss when he leaves the toilet seat up (there have been so many times where I’ve gone to the bathroom in the middle of the night and literally fell inside of the toilet), and leave my wigs laying around when I get dressed even though I know it freaks him out (totally unintentional). I pout when I don’t get my way and look like the crypt keeper when I wake up in the morning. And he still loves me, exactly how I am. I’m a handful, I know I am, and he still puts up with me. The man of your dreams, your knight in shining armor, will accept you completely—flaws and all. When you find him, everything will make sense and it’ll be perfect. And if you haven’t found him yet don’t worry, he’s probably just stuck in traffic.

Stay beautiful my loves ❤