When you go through a breakup, it feels like the worst thing that could ever happen. You fight with the idea of really being okay with that person no longer being a part of your life. It’s an all out uphill battle as you picture your life without them and the ways you’ll have to fight to get over them. Sometimes I wonder if because of that we’re so open to the idea of friendships with our exes. I ponder if that’s the reason many of us think it’s possible to be friends with an ex. Continue Reading
I can’t believe I have to write a post about this, about boundaries. But y’all we are in an era where the exes are just not getting it and because of that the demise of relationships are happening everywhere. I can’t even begin to explain to you all how many times I have seen an ex step out of her lane. Thinking that it’s appropriate to do certain things or behave a certain way when communicating with her former man, who is now your (my) man. If it’s not a text message saying “wyd” past 7pm, it’s a “Good morning” text before the sun rises. Neither of them being okay to send to a man who is with someone else. Don’t they get it? Their former man is taken. He is with someone else now and y’all are happy. Thriving in a way that doesn’t welcome distraction, disrespect, or other people. Exes included.
So without further ado, lets jump straight into things shall we? Today’s post is for the boundaries your man’s ex woman should respect. Hell needs to respect if we’re getting literal. Continue Reading
I don’t mean in the way you choose girls night over staying in. Or ramen over takeout. I mean like really choosing yourself in a way that makes a significant impact in your life. Putting your needs above everybody else’s. Continue Reading
When the roads are quiet and all I hear is the slight rumbling of a fan who’s time above me may be coming to an end. It’s worn in the best way, like the sheets on my bed after a wild night, tossing and turning trying to get comfortable. Waking up to the glow from the small lamp in the corner of my room, keeping me apprised of what’s going on during the silence of the night. That silence is when all my thoughts come to a head and I think of every damn thing.
The man who burned me, the one who came after that I prayed would take his place.
The bad taste wanting that to happen so bad left in my mouth.. The fear of the day ahead and the stress of the day before. The book that is so good I have to take pauses in reading to write this note in my phone to tell you all — I do my best writing at 3am.
In case you were wondering, it’s after 3am and I’m writing you. Not because I’m sad, not even because I’m stressed. But because my thoughts were coming to a head and I had to get them out. At this time I’m able to think. I’m able to map out my desires, my shortcomings, my fears, my passions; everything that makes me, me. Knowing that, it gives me the push to pray for the things I want and imagine the things I’ll have one day. So, I thought I’d end with letting you know that all of this is the very reason I do my best writing at 3am. If you’re up too and your mind is running as wild as mine, we should stay up and write together sometime.
