Smart..determined..a lil bit of a perfectionist..miserable *-* with a big heart.Like to try new things..to a point..but most of all, I'm a Christian.still tryin
I wish people would stop trying to force living in Portmore/Old Harbour on people. Yes you did it and that’s fine. I lived in Portmore for most of my life and the traffic got to a point it was affecting me physically/mentally. 2 hrs of traffic in the morning and 2 again evening
Let us say the uncomfortable part out loud.
Jonasi Gomora was the fire.
But the women around him kept giving that fire oxygen.
That is the conversation The Polygamist forced us to have.
Yes, Jonasi lied.
Yes, he betrayed.
Yes, he moved like a man who knew too many people would still open the door for him.
But after 22 episodes, the real question is no longer only:
Why was Jonasi like that?
The real question is:
Why did these women keep making room for a man who kept breaking the room?
Joyce received divorce papers and still begged him to stay.
That was not love standing strong.
That was a woman terrified of losing the life she had built around one man.
Essie saw the signs.
She saw the humiliation.
She saw another woman being brought into the story.
And still, she swallowed her voice for years until silence became part of her marriage.
Matipa knew the house was already burning before she entered.
But she still walked in with ambition, hope, pride, and a dangerous belief that maybe she could win where others had lost themselves.
That is why The Polygamist is bigger than cheating.
It is about what happens when a woman wants to be chosen so badly that she stops choosing herself.
It is about the kind of love that slowly turns into endurance.
The kind of forgiveness that stops being holy and starts becoming self-betrayal.
The kind of loyalty that makes you clap for your own disrespect because you are scared to walk away empty-handed.
Jonasi did not force endless forgiveness.
They kept serving it.
Jonasi did not force them to shrink.
They kept adjusting themselves to fit inside his chaos.
And that is the part that should scare people.
Because once your standards start moving backwards, even humiliation can begin to look normal.
You will share a man and call it patience.
You will accept public embarrassment and call it marriage.
You will keep forgiving the same wound and call it maturity.
You will stay in a situation that is eating you alive and say, “At least he comes home.”
No.
Love is not supposed to erase you.
Marriage is not supposed to make you disappear from your own life.
And forgiveness is not supposed to become a key you keep handing to someone who keeps entering your peace with dirty shoes.
Joyce, Essie, and Matipa were different women.
But they all showed us one dangerous thing:
When self love is weak, even a bad situation can start feeling like home.
Jonasi was wrong.
But their silence protected him.
Their forgiveness enabled him.
Their fear gave him more time.
Their low standards gave him space to keep moving like a king in houses he was destroying.
That is the real sting of The Polygamist.
Sometimes the person hurting you is guilty.
But the door they keep using is still in your hands.
Choose yourself before someone teaches you how little they can give and still keep you.
"I don't think you're happier if you're thin or beautiful or rich or married. You have to make your own happiness. My heroines do not become beautiful elegant swans, they become confident ducks and get on with life."
— Jesse Wilcox Smith - Rain, Rain go Away
I broke a mug yesterday in my kitchen and I just swept it up and kept it moving.
And I wonder why our parents made so much fuss about breaking things when we were growing up.
This concept changed my brain chemistry entirely. Every time I’m anxious I just keep repeating “don’t suffer twice” cuz literally why the fuck would I do that