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1/10/2009 11:43 PM UTC
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Date / Time: 6/21/2009 12:51 AM UTC
It is my opinion that we don’t even question the things we are told make a good relationship. Supposedly, a good relationship should be 50/50, meaning that each partner puts in an equal amount of energy into the relationship. Instead of us saying that relationships should be 50/50, we need to start focusing on relationships being balanced.
In any relationship, there are going to be times when one partner is going to have to focus on career or personal goals and not be able to give as much time and attention to their partner. Their partner should then step up to the plate and balance out the equation. If one spouse can only give 20% then the other is going to have to pick up the slack and give 80%. But the scales of balance must always swing both ways. If one partner gets very sick, the other partner has to give their 100% and then some in order to keep the relationship alive and well.
The problem in most relationships is not that one person loves one person more than the other. The problem in most relationships is that people love themselves more than they love their partner. They want their partner to give, to provide, to do all the work so that they can feel all the warm fuzzy feelings inside but they don’t want to have to lift a finger to make their partner feel warm and fuzzy. We get into relationships because in the beginning we put our best foot forward, we romance and show the other person all these great things about us. Then, when we get the commitment, we want to sit back and let the other person make us feel good without doing anything to make them feel good. No relationship can survive if both parties are expecting their partner to meet their every need without giving anything in return.
In this Christian, patriarchal society, men are socialized to expect women to wait on them hand and foot. They believe that women are supposed to cater to their every whim, fantasy, and desire and just be happy to be in a relationship, that is their only reward. They want feelings of love but they don’t want to do any work, they don’t want to sacrifice anything in order to make their spouse happy. How many times have you heard a Black man beating his chest and saying, “I wish it was like in the old days when women made men king of his castle.” That means, “I wish it was like back in the old days when a man didn’t have to do anything and women shouldered 100% of the burden for a relationship and didn’t complain.”
The other quintessential problem with relationships is that so many people are dysfunctional, so few people know what a healthy relationship looks like, it’s impossible to form one without any knowledge of HOW to be balanced in a relationship. You can’t know how to be there for your spouse if you’ve never seen a spouse take up the slack for their partner. You can’t know how to seduce (in a healthy manner, not some sort of manipulation) your partner and make them feel special if the closest thing you’ve seen to a relationship is your mother’s string of boyfriends that only stick around three weeks at a time.
50/50 is not even something we should be striving for. We should be striving to give 100% percent of ourselves to a partner who is committed to giving 100% of themselves in return.
Date / Time: 5/21/2009 2:00 PM UTC
I want to be so possessed by a man that I don't know where he begins and where I end. I want my heart to belong to a man so completely, so intimately, that I feel every breath he takes, as my own. I want to be in love. A love that transcends definition. I want my man to love me so completely that I couldn't imagine not fulfilling his wildest fantasy. I want to communicate with him nonverbally, with my eyes, my hands, my soul. I want a man to penetrate me and look deep in my eyes and know that my body is a precious gift to him, and only him. I want to do every erotic, sensual thing my mind can conceive of and know that ultimately it is an act of making love.
I want to taste my man's tears while he is deep inside me. I want him to know that he is protected and safe and I won't let anything or anybody hurt him. I want my man to know that only he and I can share such intimacy and know that there is no reason to look elsewhere for either one of us. I want to feel electricity and sparks every time I see his face, look in his eyes. I want to kiss for hours, losing track of time and not even giving a damn. I want him to be late for work every damn day cause we can't bear the thought of starting the day off without connecting. I want “him,” the man who was created for me, who I was created for.
Date / Time: 5/13/2009 2:14 PM UTC
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Date / Time: 3/10/2009 8:26 PM UTC
I’ve OFFICIALLY Given Up!
It’s official; I’ve finally given up all my dreams, hopes, and aspirations of ever finding love. More than that, I’ve given up all hope of finding even companionship. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I’m going to be alone forever. I can put to rest my dreams of finding my perfect mate. I can mourn my dreams of “happily ever after” because they are an impossible state of being for me, I’m unworthy of being loved in this lifetime.
Don’t feel sorry for me; it’s liberating. For years, I’ve been holding on the to hope that I can find someone for me, someone with whom I can share my life, who compliments me, who meets my criteria emotionally, spiritually, intellectually, socially, and sexually. Now, I can relax and not have to feel frustrated and anxious about trying to meet someone, impress them, trying to get them to like me, only to have them reject me. Now that I’ve come to accept that my life will be lived in solitude, I can just not give a damn anymore.
Gone are the days when I jump through hoops, giving brothas the benefit of the doubt because they are emotionally stunted. Goodbye forever to those days of trying to make the best of a situation that is flawed from the start just so I can have companionship. Never again will I have to suffer through the pain of white men trying to convince me that we can have some sort of unequal and warped relationship based on their attraction to me and my repulsion of them. And thank God in Heaven I will never again have to look myself in the mirror and ask myself why am I not lovable.
For all the scores of people who think they can comfort me with empty clichés of, “Now that you aren’t looking, you’ll find him,” I say to you . . . KISS MY ASS. I’ve been alone for 17 years. I’ve worked on myself, I’ve looked, I’ve not looked, I’ve prayed, I’ve done everything a human being can do. I’m not meant to be in a relationship. It’s my lot in life. Accepting that has been the healthiest thing I can do. At least now, I don’t have to hold on to the pain of thinking that there is someone out there who will love me. Now I know that there isn’t and I can move on with my life. There’s not much of a life without having someone by your side, but apparently, this is my sentence for a crime I don’t even know I committed.
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