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Burning Questions

4/6/2018

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Learn to Let Yourself Love

2/14/2018

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I read an article a year or two ago that said, we only fall in love with three people in our lifetime.  The first love is the young love usually referred to as puppy love. Our second love is the hard love. This is where we learn who we are and grow the most. The third love is the love we never see coming. I can agree with this but I don’t think they have to be three different people.
 
Numerous of women have asked me how I got over my ex after being together for so long, how I met my husband and how I knew I was ready to get married. Of course I gave them all individual answers that I thought were true but those answers now seem trivial, as I’ve been able to recap on my love life and see where my growth has stemmed from.
 
In regards to my ex, I allowed my self to love him and forgive him for any and all the mistakes he made a long the way. He was my “puppy love.”  I had boyfriends before him but he was the first one I fell in love with and I didn’t fight it. Even after getting continuous phone calls, Facebook messages and even catching him up cheating, I forgave him and loved him. I wasn’t hurt by his actions, but each new encounter with another girl showed me he didn’t mind hurting me. In my loving him, I knew I loved myself and deserved more. I knew my value as a young woman who had a lot going for herself. I saw how much effort I put into him and realized I could give that same love and effort to someone else more deserving, or at least ready for it.
 
I stayed with him so long because I was comfortable with him. I mean he was the one I gave my virginity to. After spending all of my vowing “I wouldn’t have sex until I was married”; I for sure thought he was the one. I saw his potential. But I wasn’t willing to wait for him to be ready anymore. Then I met my husband.
 
My husband came out of nowhere. I heard about him a few times, we were Facebook friends and followed each other on Twitter. I even let him invite me out to a club once and it was horrible. I knew for sure we would never be anything because he was boring, didn’t dance and was too popular.
 
A year later, there I was, still in a dying relationship and looking for a way out. At a college party my husband finally made his move, thee BOLDEST move, and asked me, “When you gone break up with your boyfriend for me?”  This man had just finished strolling, bringing all this attention to himself and came up to me and asked this crazy question! And I was shook. I can’t remember what I said. I think it was something like, “What did you just ask me?!”  He just smirked, walked away, came back and danced with me. I had never felt more wanted in my life. So, I had to explore it. My best friend ran interference for me and warned me he was a serious guy. I told her I was serious too. I had been trying to get married since I was 10 years old!
 
The relationship took off so fast you wouldn’t believe it! I broke up with my boyfriend five days after my husband approached me and we were exclusive that same day. I wasn’t expecting to like him so fast but just like before, I allowed myself to feel whatever it was my heart wanted to feel with him. He even showed me effort I showed my ex. He stayed on the phone with me for an hour to be the first to tell me Happy Birthday at midnight, surprised me for Valentine’s Day 2 weeks after “talking” and spent the weekend with me. I knew he would be different because he showed me he was different. He told me he was in love with me and let me know I didn’t have to say it back if I didn’t mean it yet- and I didn’t. When I did fall in love with him though, I fell so hard...I doubted if I ever loved my ex. There was no way I could have loved my ex because I didn’t love him how I loved my husband (which is probably why he’s my husband lol).
 
However, I’ve experienced the most hurt being with my husband because I love him so much. I hurt when he hurts. When he hurts himself or when I hurt him, I’m hurting too. This is the relationship where I learned who I am. I learned what my flaws were and what makes me special. I never had anyone teach me anything. I was always the one teaching someone else how to be better. I fell more in love just because of that.
 
Any hurt or hardships I experience with my husband only make me fall more in love with him. Unlike my ex, our hardships made me stray away. This is how I knew I was ready to get married. If I could experience the worst hurt with one man and fall more in love with him after, then why would I want anyone else. My husband also fell more in love with me through our hardships. We had broken up many of times and for a longtime at one point. When we finally saw each other again, we couldn’t control the love we had for each other.
 
We don’t have to fall in love with three different people in our lifetime, but we will fall in love 3 or more times in our lifetime and still learn the same lessons. If there’s nothing else you can take from this article, let it be this...learn to let yourself love. Often we become guarded and try to protect ourselves from hurt, but we don’t need to. Falling in love is one of the most beautiful experiences of your life- even if it turns out bad. I cherish the moments I’ve been able to grow close with someone and love them because I’m not usually interested for long. I feel like my husband is the sh*t because he’s kept me interested for seven years! I continue to fall in love with him because I’m not afraid or guarded by past hurt with him or anyone else. This has been my biggest tool to being able to leave one relationship, find my husband and realize he was the one for me. I hope at some point, you, whoever you are, will be able to love without fear and be resilient after heartbreak. There’s someone out there for all of us, we just have to be ready to love him or her when they come.
 
Bomb Wife Bomb Mom,
 
Raven J
 
 
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I’m not sure which Era of love is better.

2/14/2018

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I often reminiscence on the innocence of teenage love. When we would stay up all night and talk on the phone, despite having to wake up for school the next day. The times when we would spend the whole week looking forward to the weekend so we could see each other. When our dates consisted of meeting up at the mall with our groups of friends. Back when we would write each other’s initials in notebooks with a heart around it. And “I love you”’ was said one month into the relationship, and we knew we really meant it. When we would smile all night after a simple kiss on the lips. When we would "take" their last name and name "our" kids. When we were completely smitten and thought this person would be in our life forever....Remember?

The older we get, innocence becomes a thing of the past and responsibility takes over. We have to be mindful of the roles we play (and those others play) in our lives. People have been hurt time and time again and carry that baggage along with them. We remain skeptical and are less willing to give of ourselves to others. The image we once had of our “ideal” lover slowly fades away and practicality sets in. We are on a perpetual audition, looking for the best addition to our lives. Our time is more sacred, so we have to be positive others are worthy of it before giving it up.

Dating is full of ups and downs and can go really good or realllllllllly bad, rarely with any in-between. We are often faced with back and forth, contradicting emotions such as discouragement, excitement, confusion, and contentment. There are often gaps in our lives where our love life is either non-existent,  right-person but wrong-time, or just overwhelming. We often consider any and everything before making committed decisions involving our love lives such as location, children, family dynamics, etc. Compromise becoming the core of each relationship. 

I’m not sure which era of love is better. I miss the innocence of high school love, but I remember its naivety. I welcomed everybody making myself more susceptible to heartbreak. But what that type of openness taught me was the importance of standards and understanding my worth. Yet, it's exhausting feeling like though I know what I want, I'm always searching for love.  I wish it was just as easy as going to the mall or a basketball game and leaving with multiple numbers from potential boyfriends.
I don't know where and I don't how to find it, but I think the lessons I learned, whether desirable or not, during this era of innocent love has prepared me for the era of responsible love. Neither one of them has to be better. And though that era of love was reflecting where I was personally, as I continue to grow, my era of love will grow wholly. 

​- Janelle
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Great Mom, but Not a Great Wife.

1/31/2018

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I’m a wife, mom, and full time working-woman. I have a small hair business on the side and soon I’ll be back in school (God willing), but nonetheless I’m busy enough as it is. In the past, I remember talking to my husband for hours about how much he and I wanted to have our first child after getting married. I made sure everyone knew it too. My Instagram bio was, “Married: 08/22/2015 Pregnant: 08/23/2015.”
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We didn’t care about “having time as a married couple,” because we had time. We’d been together since 2011 and lived together since 2014. We HAD time together. I got pregnant 2 weeks after our wedding- we were so excited! During my pregnancy, I took care of my husband! I cooked almost every day (except the days when I craved Applebee’s fries), I worked full time, did hair on the weekends and was a full time student! He didn’t have to ask for anything because I was doing it all. He did get mad at me for not folding clothes one day and I got in his @$$ so he straightened up.

Fast-forward to now, our son is almost 2 years old (20 months to be exact for THOSE mothers). In these almost 2 years, my husband and I had our first heart to heart after an estranged period in our marriage. Honestly, since having our child there hasn’t been much to argue about or disagree on. Our focus was to take care of our son and as long as he was good, then we were good. WRONG. So with that, my motherly instincts kicked in. My son was born a micro-preemie (born 1 lb. 10 oz.). For that reason, I wanted to make sure he was stimulated, breastfed, and nurtured more than normal. My husband constantly told me how good of a mom I was and that added to my self-worth.

During our heart-to-heart it became clear that we weren’t living as the happily married couple we wanted to be. We were living like roommates. I work days, he works nights. He hangs out with his friends and I hang out with mine, under the impression, “as long as Cegan (Sea-gan) is good, I’m good.”  So I stopped cooking all the time, the house wasn’t clean like how I know my husband likes it, we didn’t talk much, but I was happy because my child was happy.

I forgot to keep my husband satisfied with the little things I know he appreciated about me before I had his child. As we were having our conversation he said, “I think you’re more focused on being a great mom, but not a great wife,” and I cried- because he was right. I forgot about him (essentially we forgot about each other, but this is about ME). My response to him was a heart-felt “I’m sorry. I want to be a great wife to you.”  And I do! I don’t want to just be his fine wife or the mother of his child. I want him to be able to say I take care of him AND our child because he’s my baby too.

It’s so easy to lose focus on the number one man in your life when he’s blessed you with the other number one person in your life. I needed to find the balance between keeping and making them both my priority. I can’t put being a mom over being a wife or vise versa. Both roles mean that much to me! So I take my time and try to give them what they both want.

I make them both dinners almost everyday- even if that means making 2 different meals because a grown man and toddler cannot eat the same thing all the time. My son gets my undivided attention while my husband is at work and by the time I pick my husband up- he has my undivided attention. I take time to shower my husband with hugs and kisses as much as I do our son. I know there has to be times when he might get jealous of how excited I am to see our son when I come home because I’m jealous sometimes when he kisses our son before he kisses me. Sounds bad when you say it aloud, but I’m sure other couples with small children understand. Additionally, I let my husband know I want alone time with him and that I need him. One of the reasons I knew he was the man for me was because of how much I needed him and I had never needed a man in my life! He adored that, and he deserves to always feel that. I refuse to make myself comfortable in only playing one role as a mother or a wife, because I am both. I have to put all of my energy in fostering these two relationships I have been blessed with. I may be even more tired now because of how much I am giving myself to them but it’s worth it because nothing is lacking in my family and my babies are happy.

Furthermore, whether we want to believe it or not, our children grow up and don’t need us. They leave the nest and start their own families. When that time comes I want to be able to celebrate with my husband about being kid free instead of looking at him and realizing he’s been in an empty marriage for 20 years. I want to and will be a great mom AND a great wife because my husband needs me too.

Signed,

Bomb Wife, Bomb Mom

Raven J
 
 
 
 
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Glass half unfulfilled...

1/5/2018

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5, 4, 3, 2…” The clock strikes midnight. Everybody screams “Happy New Year!” You hug the people around you. Gulf down your glass of champagne. There's a huge smile on your face because the energy in the air is invigorating. Fresh. Alive! Your mind is full of all the things you plan to accomplish for the year. New body. New hair. New attitude. New bae. New job. New me. Yassss!
The days pass. The time ticks. Then April rolls around and here you are. Still being 2017 you. Maybe even 2016 you too. After a week of going to the gym, you've found excuse after excuse to ignore the alarm you set to go to the gym. You kept saying you would make an appointment with your beautician to cut your hair, but haven't. Still messing with the same person you "left" in 2017. AND you haven’t filled out any job applications. Your attitude is just as it was on December 31; Then it hits you that nothing is really new at all.

​You get frustrated with yourself because you always do this. What happened to that energy you felt when the clock struck 12 on January 1?! 
   
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As each year goes by, I find myself making plans for a new me in the new year. When, in reality, I was hoping each new year would bring newfound happiness and fulfillment. Believing the key to discover those things is changing who I was just hours before. 

From the outside looking in, one would think I’m currently excelling at life. I just graduated with my Master’s, moved to a new city, and started my first full-time job. Despite all of this, it feels as if happiness is out of reach. Maybe because I’m too focused on the other “failing” aspects of my life like my nonexistent love life, terrible eating habits, money that’s always disappearing, or hair that never seems to cooperate.  I constantly dwell on my areas of improvement instead of counting the blessings in front me. Perhaps if I felt the positives outweighed the negatives, this empty feeling inside would seem half full rather than half empty... 

Therefore, it’s time for me to regroup. 

As I begin this new year, I will put more emphasis on figuring out what defines “fulfillment” to me. I hope to shift my focus away from surface-level resolutions that aren’t directly correlated to my definition of happiness. I will seek out things I can control that will ultimately add to my growth. Then when 2019 rolls around I won’t be looking forward to the new year but, rather continuing to live “my best life” that I began creating in 2018. Those areas of improvement will fix themselves and become my blessings. Then everyday would feel like the first of January. 

​-Janelle B.

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I'm 26 and I'm Tired

12/14/2017

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Iʼm 26 and Iʼm tired.
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In my 26 years of living, I’ve dealt with my share of bullshit from men. I’ve dealt with so many commitment issues, so much wasted time, so much infidelity, number of ghostings, and so many lies. Through both my friends and my own experiences, it’s a lot of commonalities when it comes to men. Itʼs like at puberty they were given a book on how to be careless and clueless with others feelings.

I want to pause for a second and state for the record, that I’m not whatever you think I am which has caused me to not be worth a damn. Iʼm not an “angry black woman,” Iʼm unfulfilled. I'm not bitter, Iʼm just tired. Iʼm tired of feeling like Iʼm not worthy of being loved. Iʼm tired of feeling like Iʼm never enough. Iʼm tired of feeling like Iʼll never find somebody I can be on the same page with while building together. Iʼm tired of feeling like Iʼll never have somebody that will go out of their way just to see me happy.

In my opinion, men don’t realize that the buildup of constant miscommunication, constant letdowns, constant pain that many of us women experience causes these emotions. We 're often called “crazy” or “petty” when we react to a situation, not realizing that this conversation or situation has happened before. And weʼre tired. Tired of repeating ourselves. Tired of giving you multiple chances. Tired of seeing your potential that you canʼt see for yourself. Tired of wanting to give you the world but you hesitating on accepting the offer.

For once, I would like a man to listen to me express my feelings and try to understand, instead of listening to respond and being defensive. Next time, it would be nice to see my efforts and level of care reciprocated. For a change, it would be nice to know my feelings are validated and normal. Iʼm aware not every woman goes through these things, as well as, some men do appreciate women. I see evidence of that and it makes me so happy. I also know that I'm nowhere near perfect (Godʼs not done with me yet!) and I have my own faults. Iʼm just a 26 year old trying to live my best life and make a connection with someone. But in the meantime, Iʼm gonna text this guy I have no business texting to temporarily fill my loneliness and get back on Tinder, attempting to convince myself that this could really be a happy ending....

Until next time! 


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