Take my Advice

“People are rarely who they claim to be; but perhaps it is who they wish to become?”-KBJ

Let it be you!

Why does it feel so wrong to chose myself? I’ve been here too many times to count. A whirl wind romance on the fritz staggering between falling apart or becoming toxic. I’m not a victim. I know my faults, flaws, and wrong doings. I know I continue the vicious cycle, I cringe at the first flare up of an argument because I know it is the beginning of a down hill battle of respect among one another. I know this path better than the route home from work. I run with the idea that different actions will create different reactions. I have been loving, selfish, understanding, distant, and as a last resort committed to therapy! None of them of which have changed the outcome.

I’ve lost myself in the conundrum of , “Can people really change?”.  We are human. We make mistakes. We also learn and grow, is there a rule book somewhere that justifies a fair fight? How many times does someone get to overstep boundaries before the refs calls a personal foul? Or maybe I need to look within for the answers. Is it a matter of low self-esteem and poor choices? Did I accept a mission from the universe to help heal those that have almost given up? This is my life, my choices, and what I allow, but I struggle with leaving. I would say it is 90% because I’m worried they will give up on themselves again and 10% of not wanting to be alone. My solution, space. I ask for space to be upset, clear my head, and recharge. All any man ever seems to hear when I say this is, “I hate you and I am giving up”.  So, not what happens in the movies, right? What happened to sending flower just because she makes you smile?

It is a repetitive pattern. So I can only assume this is between me and Karma, but damn it, when will I get it right? I am an acquaintance with all my ex’s. It makes me sick to my stomach to hear, ” I feel like I don’t deserve you”. I have heard it all too many times, but it brings me to my latest epiphany. Where are the “middle men”. at? The one’s that aren’t perfect or rich, but they want to provide for their family and respect women? I feel like it is a choice of conforming to the lifestyle of a man that is rich to feel as though your are with a provider or dismantle your self-respect to be with someone that give the illusion of being in love with who you really are until it comes to fruition. I’m soul that has to roam free, so there will be no conforming for the sake of a false sense of security. I want so badly to draw the line in sand when it comes to falling in love with illusion, but it tricks me better and better each go around.

My thoughts are jaded and my heart is confused. As I look around at couples, I can’t help, but think it’s an unspoken acceptance of settling. He has the money, she has the looks. Ya know, the cliche type of political relationships you see where one benefits from the other, but the benefit is not that of love. I’m not perfect and I am too rough around the edges to date a man with my career focus. Nor am I willing to sacrifice my hopes and dreams to stay at home with the children. I can’t be with someone that doesn’t contribute just because I want someone available in my small amount of free time. I guess it is silly to think there is something in between, huh? I’m a mom that is married to her career…

” Some women choose to follow men, and some women choose to follow their dreams. If you’re wondering which way to go, remember that your career will wake up and tell you it doesn’t love you anymore.” -Lady Gaga

Flip Side

It’s a serene place, really. One that feels like home, but you don’t know it until you leave kind of place. It offers the comfort of hygee. It’s a place filled with such open space it feels free to be naked. It’s strange to feel free. Vulnerable;if you consider growing in a place just waiting to be explored? You must be careful not to stay too long. It will make you miss it that much more.

(/)Drugs(/)

Oh, how I hate what you have taken,

Leaving behind the  lifeless.

Strength is forsaken,

For the pain caused seems to be silenced.

 

I want you to stop, now!

You have taken the one’s with bright smiles.

My family and friends are mine, for you I will not endow.

Faith and strength is needed for these trials.

 

It is my mission to do as you have done to the innocent,

For it is you I will ruin!

You have no power, it is in your execution I will be vigilant.

Love will win because it is something you do not pursue in.

-KBJ

 

Love me one day, just don’t make it today…

As a present day drifter:  I am somewhat shattered and have taped myself back together by  risky decisions and  aspirations. The trickery of habitual roads has led me astray. My self discovery expedition has become pandemonium. My soul is full and drifting about in the energy of others, as a ship wreck full of diamonds, would slowly scatter about with every crash of ocean’s waves.

-KBJ

Mr. Unannounced

Well, hello, Mr. Unexpected… Who are you and who sent you to open this door that I have yet to acknowledge? It is the unforeseen circumstances that our energy has danced in unison. The perfect brokenness inside of one another fitting together like puzzles pieces. It is the nervous feeling within that suggests we may cause more destruction than either of us deserve. Maybe if we just stand right here for a while it could be different. There is no need for the practice of love, for now. Your thoughtfulness is sticky and my freedom is determined. You should get to know the side of me that rebels before you go all in.

“It’s a Thrill to be a Fan Amongst Fans”-Nathan Fillion

It is of recent I decided to write from the Soul. No impressing, tweaking, or trying to market a specific kind of reader, just plain ol’ me. I am enthused with the amount readers, writers, bloggers, and critics that took time out of their busy lives and utter most passion to let me know that I am heard. Your support is unrivaled and I have found comfort in your encouraging words to dig deeper. You have inspired me to bare my soul, with no shame or hesitation. It may just be a simple click of the like button, but for me, my friends it the beginning of friendship. -Cheers to many more!

I ask you all one question:

Why do you write?

Leave me your story in the comments below. Looking forward to hearing from you all! 🙂

P.S. “Strangers are Friends You have not met yet.” -Roberta Leiberman

Dear Silence,

 

Apollo was considered the God of sun, music, light, & Prophecy…

I will learn how to enjoy you,

I will figure out what your about,

I used to long for the quiet, just a moment to check my mood.

Though, I didn’t want to go this route…

 

I always knew you could.

So I will learn to find my self in this empty space.

Hey, ya know… It’s all good.

It’s certainly time for me to save some face.

 

Let the tick of the clock keep me focused,

For I can then find myself in the hollow.

God, we will miss those really good moments,

But catch you on the slip side; or at the temple of Apollo.

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-KBJ

Tomorrow I will be Better.

Just when I think I knew what love was… I wonder how many times I will say that in life. I gave so much of myself to us. I don’t know who I am. I am fearful and in times of fear I seek comfort. You were my comfort. So, now I seek nothing. That is as I feel inside. Nothingness. Life is routine and survival. I learned to love the chaos, the chatter, and annoyance. You tore my walls down and made me bear the truth about myself. Now I am left here standing naked for the world to judge. There was a time you loved me as much as I loved you – That is not something you can fake. If you mistakenly thought this was something you wanted and then later decided it is not, why can’t you leave with peace. Why must you make me suffer? You changed my world. You made me questions myself at who I was and who I wanted to be. But, you can have the decency to remove you’re the pieces of yourself from the home that remains silence. You show yourself to me looking like your falling a part inside. Stand there with your daughter, who I was just responsible for looking out for, once again asking for my help… But you can’t give me closure. Lucky for you, I don’t wish to change the world anymore. I wish to change myself and if you send your wishes then I know it is as hard for you that it is me.

“Pride is the mask of one’s own faults” -Proverb

God I miss ya’ll…

Here you have it, Folks…The End.

Today I threw in the towel. I can no longer accept the disrespect. I hope that I am a mad person and I am making this decision over some kind of irrational emotion, but logically I cannot see it as that. If I explain my problems, triggers, and stresses in life and they are acknowledge I would think it would be understood when those things upset me. It’s not, I’m not allowed to be upset. I am not some irrational nutcase that looks for problems. However, I feel mightily disrespected when my triggers have been brought to attention, acknowledged, and I patiently explain 3 times how when it occurs it makes me feel disrespected and it keeps continuing. I am not perfect and I do have my own issues such as OCPD, but I’m a firm believer that if someone is aware of a problem and chooses to disregard it then it’s disrespect. There is nothing in this world that can make me angrier or more enraged than disrespect. I’ve made excuses for you over and over again. I’ve written, spoken, done al, but draw a picture of what I need. If you can’t give it that’s fine, I don’t expect it. We just no longer serve one another a purpose. I need someone who understands that I struggle and when triggered genuinely cares about how I feel, not someone who runs away or argues when they’ve inadvertently hurt someone’s feelings. I want to feel safe and secure. I want to get some kind of comfort from my relationship. I don’t, it’s a job that keeps me busy and when I want to relax it doesn’ t respect my alone time. I have high standards, I do that for a reason. I want more out of life. I don’t want to survive, I want to live. Our relationship used to be living. It was fun, spontaneous, and full of adventure. It is no longer living, we are slowly dying. You walk in front of me or behind me, but never beside me. Righteously so, due to your own issues. I’m not judging you and I certainly do not hate you. I don’t even know what is I want if I thought telling you could change things. I just know what I don’t want to do. I do not want to feel disrespected in my own home in the 3 hours I might get to spend with my family. Intentional or not, it’s not my cup of tea. My heart will break and I will miss the echo’s of little voices carrying on through out the house, but I won’t miss putting in more than I am getting. I am caring, helpful, and determined, but I was taught not to lose my self-respect. If one day you read this I hope that you understand whether I or you has a problem the feeling and understanding we have is very real within. I have one requirement in the person I may spend the rest of my life with and that is to love me even when I am down. Unfortunately for this relationship, it was clear it wouldn’t be my forever the moment that I was asked what is wrong and was told I can’t feel that way. I give entirely too much of myself to not deserve being upset when feeling as though I am disrespected. I want to be with someone as understanding and caring as I. A man who can stand up to my emotions and not cower behind them in anger. Please don’t misunderstand where I am coming from, understand that we are different. I can’t help but to express what went wrong and how it could be right. It is not an attempt to hurt feelings or to release anger or comfort sadness, but to give that previous life we lived one more chance. A minor thought in my mind that maybe you will read this and stop being offended by the strong woman I am and comfort me in a time that you consider madness.  One can hope, but don’t lose yourself in useless expectations.

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