When I'm in a relationship, I always really enjoy learning as much as I can about romantic attachments in general. One of the things that I learned quite a while ago (like, back when I was still married) and still try to apply today is the concept of love languages. For those of you who... Continue Reading →
At the end of the day, I have no idea what pushed her to end the friendship so abruptly. Perhaps there have been things that I have done that she's never brought up to me. Perhaps she really does feel that strongly about the political issue that led to our demise. Perhaps she simply felt that the relationship had run its course and was taking the easy way out.
I personally feel like we've been sleeping on the amazing lessons black culture can teach us for way too long. They are so full of love. So full of life. So full of ZEST. If you hang around those who embody black culture, you can't help but be drawn in. There is a magnetism that surrounds those who embody these positive aspects of black culture that cannot be denied.
It takes a lot for me to admit my fallabilities, but the older I get, the more I realize how stupid it is to deny the ropes that keep us from moving forward. As much as I would like to be, I am not perfect, but I intend to keep moving in that direction as steadily as possible, day by day.
It is extremely difficult to let go of the idea that my way is the best. Obviously, if I didn't think it was the best, I wouldn't do things that way. However, the principle of synergy urges us to embrace our differences in order to create a new and better result than that which comes from just our efforts alone.
To me, a romantic/sexual relationship is a sacred space that reveals our flaws while simultaneously giving us a loving space in which to work on said flaws with the added element of sexual chemistry and a bonus life experience partner.
There is so much significance that needs to be placed on being with someone who can either instinctively meet your needs, or who places importance on the things you need even if they aren't needs for themselves.
If I'm going to be completely honest, I feel like I've been stripped down to the brass tacks of who I am as a person, and I am NOT liking the feeling of having to start over from scratch. I mean, I'm 30 years old, for god's sake!
I have talked with several men who bemoan their own breakups, wondering how they, the "good guy" could have been dumped so heartlessly. Are they really a "good guy?" Or are they just giving themselves the title so they can fuel their victim fire?