TIS THE SEASON

For those of you who wonder why things are suddenly going wrong in your relationship, that's because summer is rapidly catching up to us. I mean, sure, you'll stay together fighting during spring (that's when he/she will find your replacement) then call a "quit" the begining of summer. If you believe your love can move mountains, you have nothing to worry about... well let's just hope your significant other feels the same way.

Let's say a couple makes it official around June. During the summer you'll go to barbeques together, picnics, dinners, and even a fimily reunion--he wants to show off his prize. Months go by and now we're in a new season... November perhaps. This is when you'll probably have your first real argument. It's only been six moths into the relationship, but you feel like its been a year. Months and months go by and another season has come and gone. SPRING is here! Things haven't been going well and you've probably broken up once or twice already. You question where exactly this relationship is going.

You will, eventually, get into this "do or die" argument that only has two questions at the end. Do you want to make this relationship work, or are you willing to let it die? He's probably thinking whatever you decide will also be his final decision--BUT he will start looking for a back up (replacement).

So... you're working towards making it better and he's not meeting you halfway. That's because he is innfatuated with the replacements representative.
--Representative: (rêp-re-zent-u-tïv) noun; the person you pretend to be the first few months in a relationship.

You'll finally get tired of him and concentrate on yourself. Kudos to you! Too bad you'll just find yourself falling into the arms of a rebound.

The toughest task is trying to stay away from that cycle. It's a hard job, but many have accomplished it. Knowing what you need in a man and knowing what you're worth is the first steps in breaking that cycle of seasonal catastrophic relationships. I would say enjoy the ride, but hopping on that ride too fast is what gets you into these positions.

Word of advice-- you must be true to yourself before you can be true to somebody else.

TO GO OR NOT TO GO

Have you ever been to a party and a fight broke out and the party was done? *sighs* Great! There goes a waste of admission fee! What if it was your close friend was attacked by someone in the club and the party continued???

Last night I decided to go out to celebrate a friends birthday. Although this was a regular spot for me, I had an weird feeling about this. It was around 10pm when I started to get dressed. My best friend picked me up at my house at 11:30pm and we arrived at the club at 11:50. We patiently waited for the other girls to arrive by sipping on the goose and tweeting by twidroid. After an hour of waiting we found ourselves on the dance floor two stepping to kompa. We got wrapped up in the music and finally noticed the rest of our girls entering the club.

Now let me set the mood in your mind. Upon entering the club, you get searched by security, pay your admission, then go through a door. That door will lead you to the mingling area. You'll see tables & chairs, and the bar in the center. There's a doorway [without a door] that leads to the dance floor. While you're on the dance floor and you look straight ahead to the back of the club, there is a stage that fits 15 people uncomfortably. *that is also where the dj is set up*

Now all six of us are together. My friend was on stage and the rest of us were on the dance floor dancing near the stage. At this point the dj asks everyone to clear the area because the stage is too packed. Some got off and a few stayed on. My friend stayed on. In the blink of an eye we notice her being pushed off of the stage by a girl and landing on her feet.
We were shocked and made sure she fine. My friend tried to calm herself down, but it didn't work. She saw her opening! She pushed this random woman out of the way and took a swung at the girl who pushed her. As a 22 year old woman, I would react in the same way, but being that it wasn't me in the situation all I could do is stay calm and keep her under control. She got escorted out of the club and we followed behind her... well all except one. After seven minutes of waiting outside for this chick and look at my phone to see what time it was. Its 3am and the party ends at 4am. *rolling my eyes* I went back inside as my best friend brought the car around. Guess what I saw!!! How about this chick is grinding up on this dude while her friend is outside angry about this fight. I confronted her. I asked her if she's gonna stay at the party and she said yes. She wasn't ready to leave. As appalled as I was, I walked away and left the scene. As we're loading ourselves in the sedan, we noticed another "friend" is left behind. We ask her why aren't you getting in, she says she's going to stay in the club with the other chick. So.... we left them.

For some reason, those two girls staying behind at the club isn't sitting well with me. How do you call someone your sister and you don't stand behind them through thin? It turns out the main reason all of us went out last night is because, the two girls who stayed behind, are the ones who invited us. I want to know your honest opinion on this one... WOULD YOU STAY OR WOULD YOU GO?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY... I guess

Hmmm... How should I begin? Ok, got it!

How would you feel if it was your birthday, you were having a fiesta and your man/woman was a "no show"? It's one of those things that have you sitting there asking "Why wouldn't I want to spend this special day with him/her?" This scenario is one that caught me off guard....

A couple, who recently became a couple, had a birthday coming up. It was her birthday. Her friends decided to throw her a birthday party and she told her man about it. He felt a little skeptical on wether or not he should buy her a gift, but he was sure he would attend the event.

As the birthday got closer, he found the right gift for her [being that they were in the begining of their relationship] and couldn't wait to give it to her! Three days prior to the birthday party, he recieves a call from his ex
[love] girlfriend. *raises eyebrow* Yes, that's right! They make plans to have lunch together on the DAY OF THE BIRTHDAY PARTY. Well, maybe I'm being a little dramatic, but the fact remains-he "double booked". Oooo the plot
thickens!

The function was scheduled for 7:30PM and her meeting with the ex was scheduled for 3:00PM. Some would feel that's enough time, but for someone who has no self control, it's a bad idea. As the clock struck 2:30pm, he
called his woman just to make sure her day was going well and to ensure their plans were going to go well that evening. Unfortunately, her phone wasn't working at that moment. He met up with his ex as scheduled and they
hung out. I guess whatever they were doing must've been that good, because before he knew it the clock read 8pm.

His woman was blowing up his phone! He was so caught up with his ex, he didn't answer. Maybe he was afraid to answer. He figured since she was probably already upset, he might as well enjoy the rest of his evening instead of hearing her nag all night. He departed from his ex around 11pm.

He called his woman once he got home and tried to apologize, and the only thing she asked was WHERE WERE YOU? He didn't want to lie, but at the same time, he didn't want to tell her the truth either... He did what any man would do-- I was with a friend. In her mind he done said it all. She hung up at once and he hasn't heard from her since.

Quick Questions!

1- Do you think she overreacted in this situation? If so, please explain.

2- How would you feel if your man/girl was a no show on your birthday?

3- Would you break up or stay together? Please elaborate.

Eyes Outside

At times when I feel blue
I gaze outside, hoping for something new.
I'm not looking at cars
Or people walking by.
I'm searching for hope
To let me get by.
I stare at the birds
Extending wings to fly
And the trees that change
As we leave each season behind.
The stability while writing
When I'm staring outside,
Is one that I find
Soothes my mind.
I spend hours
With my eyes to the sky
There are times I sit
By the window and cry.
Perhaps there's an answer
I'm searching for
But there's something
About it, that I adore.

Focus

With my head down and hand pressed against the other, I kneeled down and asked for some advise. Advise on this tornado I refer to as a relationship. Sometimes we [as women] forget God created us with a special gift. We know everything we want to know, or have access to the solution.
It is our women's intuition. That's a gift no one can ever take from us. We choose to endulge in the coniving words that are fed to us because that is what our taste buds desire. We aren't ready.
YOU'RE not capable of placing your heart in a safe and listening to what your mind has to offer. You do not trust yourself to make the RIGHT decision.
We may have ALL the proper evidence in front of us, and we just can't put it together. The worst thing that can happen is to realize the time invested is one you could've avoided all ALONG! I can help, but I cannot. Feel free and ask yourself questions, don't be scared to answer yourself. Go through all measures to get the truth; just know you will get hurt in the process.

Open your eyes! Nooo, a little wider...there you go...
Now read! PAY ATTENTION!

Crawling in my skin

My God!
The lies
The hurt
The deceit.
I ran
I reached
To see
You're not for me!
I'm good
I'm clean
I know
I don't need you!
I'm hurt
I'm scared
I heard
The final truth!
I'm drained
I'm weak
Can't speak
I should be gone.
But fear
Lives here
I think
I might be wrong.
NO!!!!
I'm right
I see
Its true
What they all say
He fell
He crawled
The floor
Is where he lays.

THE FIRST TIME…

The winds gust through her hair, as the flakes landed on her lashes. Her eyes were squinted as incontrollable tears trickled down her face. Her cracked lips were too numb to move. Heat released from her mouth as a steamship in the night. Her palms were moist due to the beating drum in her chest. Her legs took turn extending themselves down fifteen steps, while her arms swung back and forth. She came to a rest. Her fingers, soft and subtle, eased down into her purse and pulled out a gold and black item. She proceeded by taking a few steps and making contact with this hard object. It was cold against her hands. As fast as her feet would allow her, she moved away without looking back.
She entered this hot and semi-isolated place where she would experience the ride of her life. As the doors closed behind her, she dropped her bag to the floor and placed her bottom against this cold surface. She made herself comfortable; she began to remove her hat and scarf. Her arms rubbed against his firm and brawny arms. The heat was unbearable. She unzipped her coat as she waited for her relief. She made contact with his eyes, which was as dark as coffee, staring into her eyes, which was as rich as chestnuts. He stood up and traveled deeper. She closed her eyes as a relaxation came over her. She leaned her head back and enjoyed the ride. Her body jerked back and forth as this ride began to take a toll on her. She moved her fingers across her forehead to remove the strands of hair that lay across her face. She turned her head to the left to view what time the clock had displayed. She understood this exhilarating moment would soon come to an end.
She quickly wrapped her fingers onto the metal pole just so she wouldn’t lose her balance. She began to race the clock. The second hand ticked while she planted her feet on the dirty ground. It then tocked when she realized she didn’t protect herself from the germs. She rapidly put her hat and gloves back on and zipped up her coat, as she sped to the door. She ran with no regrets. In her mind, as she made her way up the steps, she knew she enjoyed what she’d just experience. In a couple of hours, she’d be back for more. This was so soothing, so meditating, so refreshing…this was what she needed to start her day.
The wind slapped her across the face when she stepped outside. She had merely five minutes to make it to her destination. She took out her identification card and showed it to the authorities. She then made her way to the elevator and firmly pressed the number three. She was only two minutes tardy for her English class. The professor asked her what was her reason for being late. She said this was the first time she’d taken the subway, and the ride was longer than she expected.

Abuse

My life's a mess
Cuts and bruises everywhere.
No one understands
The pain and despair.
My eyes on fire
Leaking with raging heat
My mind holds nothing
Besides memories of deceit.
With nowhere to go
And no one to turn to
I hurt myself by day
Til I turn midnight sky of blue.
Knife wounds in my back
Becomes harder to take out.
This dreadful game of love
Is one I know nothing about.
It continues to bruise me
Leaving my heart in shattered pieces
When I pick it up
Again it breaks for many reasons.
It fights for a chance
To survive through this pain
But its too much to endure-
Before it pours it rains.