Many of us have an issue with knowing the difference when it comes to words and actions in a love relationship. I know it sounds strange, but bare with me. See, oftentimes folk just want to hear someone say they are loved and do not pay attention to their actions. How many times have you heard someone whose been a fool in a relationship use the excuse, "But they said they loved me."
Do we not know the difference because we have not been taught or shown what love really looks like? Do we not know that when we think of love we rarely have images of pain? Yet, when we are in relationships and they are consistently painful, we still say, "But they said they loved me."
Knowing the difference is easy when you love yourself. Loving yourself requires little more than accepting that if you have breathe, you have life and all that is living is worthy of life. Therefore, there is nothing you have to do to be worthy of participating in life to the fullest. It is our lack of self-confidence and awareness of we are wonderfully made that makes us remind blind to what we know.
Love does not hurt. Plain and simple.
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Sunday, January 12, 2014
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Let Go Fool
Wow! I have witnessed this girl chase after this man for over six years. She wouldn't take the hints, suttle or not. Finally, he did the worse he could do and that was to bring another woman to her house to confront her.
Let go fool! Yes, it is poor taste on a man's part to do what he did, but you let the issue turn into a situation that you are unable to handle. Now, there are others involved and you look like the foolish little girl that you are. It had been rumored she had fought several women over the years for his attention. She had been able to run the others away, but he wasn't allowing it this time. He wanted to be rid of her.
I wonder if he knew he wouldn't survive the day after he did what he did, if he would have done it anyway. Now she is left looking even more stupid. All that effort she put into keeping him still netted her nothing in the end cause he's dead.
What an awful issuation she has created for herself. She will forever have to deal with the knowledge that this man did not want her and died with that feeling, even though she was the one with him when he went on to wherever drug dealers go.
Let go. Don't let issues turn into situations!
Let go fool! Yes, it is poor taste on a man's part to do what he did, but you let the issue turn into a situation that you are unable to handle. Now, there are others involved and you look like the foolish little girl that you are. It had been rumored she had fought several women over the years for his attention. She had been able to run the others away, but he wasn't allowing it this time. He wanted to be rid of her.
I wonder if he knew he wouldn't survive the day after he did what he did, if he would have done it anyway. Now she is left looking even more stupid. All that effort she put into keeping him still netted her nothing in the end cause he's dead.
What an awful issuation she has created for herself. She will forever have to deal with the knowledge that this man did not want her and died with that feeling, even though she was the one with him when he went on to wherever drug dealers go.
Let go. Don't let issues turn into situations!
Smart Boy
My son called me after the U of L game to see if I took the car keys with me to work. He was planning to go out and hit the streets like hundreds of other fans due to the win. Yes, I took them on purpose. I knew what the issue was and I knew that the probability of it turning into an issuation was vast, all things considered.
Prevention is the key to most situations. I recognized that my son would probably feel compelled to celebrate, but I also knew that the police would be out heavily. Why would I allow him to jeopardize his job, health, maybe even his life just so he could feel the momentarily joy of being around alot of jubilant fans? Gunshots were fired after the last win. Thank God no one was hurt.
When I said to him, "Son you just may be glad I took the keys." He said, "You took them on purpose. You knew what I was going to do. Thank you! Thank you, Mom. I love you."
He was relieved. Even though there was a huge part of him that wanted to go out and hit the streets, deep down he knew he shouldn't be out there. He was glad I saved him from himself. Made me feel good that I thwarted what could have turned into a bad issuation.
Prevention is the key to issuations. Prevent an issuation today.
Prevention is the key to most situations. I recognized that my son would probably feel compelled to celebrate, but I also knew that the police would be out heavily. Why would I allow him to jeopardize his job, health, maybe even his life just so he could feel the momentarily joy of being around alot of jubilant fans? Gunshots were fired after the last win. Thank God no one was hurt.
When I said to him, "Son you just may be glad I took the keys." He said, "You took them on purpose. You knew what I was going to do. Thank you! Thank you, Mom. I love you."
He was relieved. Even though there was a huge part of him that wanted to go out and hit the streets, deep down he knew he shouldn't be out there. He was glad I saved him from himself. Made me feel good that I thwarted what could have turned into a bad issuation.
Prevention is the key to issuations. Prevent an issuation today.
Count Down
Little did I know when I witnessed him bring his new girlfriend over to confront the old one, that this guy would be dead by the next day. Yeah, he was a drug dealer, but he kept to himself and you could tell he didn't want trouble. Yet, he chose to date trouble and she brought it at every turn.
Too much of a coward to end it with her; he brought a young lady to her home to confront her. It was a shameful act, but one he felt was right to portray. They tried to fight each other, but the mother came out and got in between it.
After his death, it was rumored they had been chasing each other in their cars earlier that Sunday morning. I encountered him as I was preparing to leave my home. He actually spoke so I could hear him, asking me if I was a diabetic. He gave me a line about his mother being very ill and that he needed to help her. It didn't fly with me, but I went in the house as though I was going to assist him. I stayed long enough to give the impression I looked for something. When I returned outside, he was down the street asking a couple if they had a needle.
When he saw me come out, he came back towards me not saying anything but looking at me intently with his begging eyes. I nodded that I did not have anything and go in my car. When I returned, I told my daughter, "Well, I guess the little drug dealer is probably laid up somewhere high."
She came to me about an hour later and told me he had ODed. My soul knew it. He was to frantic that morning. He was seeking and searching out that which helped him end his life. So many think is was suicide and it very well could have been. No matter why, he is gone, done, finished. He can't hurt anyone anymore; not even himself.
Watch how you treat people, especially yourself.
He let his issues turn into a deadly situation.
Too much of a coward to end it with her; he brought a young lady to her home to confront her. It was a shameful act, but one he felt was right to portray. They tried to fight each other, but the mother came out and got in between it.
After his death, it was rumored they had been chasing each other in their cars earlier that Sunday morning. I encountered him as I was preparing to leave my home. He actually spoke so I could hear him, asking me if I was a diabetic. He gave me a line about his mother being very ill and that he needed to help her. It didn't fly with me, but I went in the house as though I was going to assist him. I stayed long enough to give the impression I looked for something. When I returned outside, he was down the street asking a couple if they had a needle.
When he saw me come out, he came back towards me not saying anything but looking at me intently with his begging eyes. I nodded that I did not have anything and go in my car. When I returned, I told my daughter, "Well, I guess the little drug dealer is probably laid up somewhere high."
She came to me about an hour later and told me he had ODed. My soul knew it. He was to frantic that morning. He was seeking and searching out that which helped him end his life. So many think is was suicide and it very well could have been. No matter why, he is gone, done, finished. He can't hurt anyone anymore; not even himself.
Watch how you treat people, especially yourself.
He let his issues turn into a deadly situation.
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