Any other day, I’m 100% Carrie Bradshaw but on this day, I channeled my inner Charlotte York.
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What You Really Want is a Commitment
I know a lot of women who “deal with” men but are not in committed relationships. In fact, I’ve been that woman, many times. It may serve women who desire a commitment from a man to understand that the degree of the relationship won’t change simply because he gives you a title, anymore than it would if you were to have his baby. If he’s not ready to commit to you, then it won’t profit you to try & convince him of why you deserve a commitment.
Obstructed View
If someone told you that you’d fall in love with a man who was selfish, deceitful and inconsistent, what would be your response? What if they also told you that he would see other women and avoid committing to you…what would you say?
#LoveLettersToLouie
A coworker of mine came in the office last week describing the scene on the highway of something compared to a royal escort. She said there was probably every law enforcement officer in the Pulaski county area present & that she didn’t know what was going on, but it was big.
Continue reading “#LoveLettersToLouie”Look for the Light
You know, I just feel so good when I’m in a creative space. Continue reading “Look for the Light”
Run In, Run Out
I did a YouTube video the other day talking about how I ran into him this week. Continue reading “Run In, Run Out”
What Do You Want?
So cut the crap, D! WHAT DO YOU WANT? What do YOU really want? Not what do you believe? Or what you know. What do you want? Continue reading “What Do You Want?”
Confessions of a Breakup
I feel stupid. For introducing him to my mother & having her give the “son-in-law” title to another failed relationship of mine. And I feel bad for her now, too, because she was so happy for me & she really liked him. Continue reading “Confessions of a Breakup”
Through My Eyes
It hurts to be so physically closed to someone & not be able to reach them. Like, he’s just 2 levels up in the very building I’m sitting in right now. In the hallway to my break room, we literally cross paths. Every time I go in there, I swear, I can smell his cologne. Continue reading “Through My Eyes”
Will he? Won’t he?
You’d think I would have learned the lesson by now. Continue reading “Will he? Won’t he?”
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