Days like this are the only times I wish I had someone to hold me and tell me it’s all going to be ok but we move. At the end of the day all I have is me and I am the strongest version of me. There is no version of me that was more equipped than this one.
I’m in meditation real bad. I feel called to pray before I make my next move. I need to know what God wants me to do not want I want to hear. I think I will fast starting tomorrow because I need to hear Gods voice. Idk what to fast just yet because I’m bf so it can’t be food.
The worst part is, the relationship failing isn’t what hurts. It’s the level of disrespect a person has to have to disregard and mistreat the woman who carried their child. To know a woman is going through the hardest thing their mind and body can ever go through and you do that.
I was the person who would say don’t let someone else ruin how you love the next person. When I said that I hadn’t been neglected through postpartum and pregnancy. I can now say I understand why women are guarded.
Dear future husband. I’m sorry that you get this version of me. The version that needs more love than I have love to give. The version of me that is peaced back together with bandages and staples. Unfortunately you only get what’s left but at least it’s the strongest parts.
Imagine getting with a nigga u ain’t even want. They were just a rebound. Then you start to actually like them. Ya then have a baby and they start disrespecting you. Your first thought is always going to but I didn’t even want you lol.
A generation of sassy ass men. Like why you barking at me lol? You’re a grown ass man yelling and cussing at a woman who is not yelling nor cussing. Like y’all don’t got no men ya can bark back and forth with. What I look like going back and forth? I’m a mom lol.😂