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Ladies' Manual on Game, Part 1 (Fenix Edition)
Relationship Tug of War--When to Let Go
Women are an emotional breed. Generally, our actions are dictated by our emotions. Thankfully, we also have common sense to guide us, as our emotions often lend themselves to us making some downright stupid mistakes. But what happens when we allow our emotions to cloud our judgement, to overshadow the most basic instinct that any woman should possess, which is to protect herself and her children at all costs? What happens then? Why do we, as women, allow ourselves to participate in what, in effect, amounts to a three-ring circus with a man that refuses to be loyal to us? When you are pulling for your man in the tug-of-war of love, and the side chick is pulling in the other direction, when do you let go?
Let's get this out of the way. If you are the type of chick that will tell a man that "you have to choose", then you definitely need to continue reading! I hate to hear a woman use that phrase: "you have to choose", or "why does he do this to me?" Why do we give men that power? Why is it that we want for HIM to choose us? When we give men this authority, then we are giving them power over us. They know that they have our hearts in the palms of their hands, and they are free to toy with, squish, and otherwise maim it in anyway possible. And by giving them that power over our lives, they know that we are unwilling to let go. This is why we want them to choose, because we allow ourselves to feel powerless in situations where we should feel powerful. The Bible says that a MAN that finds a WIFE finds a good thing. Do you understand the power that God gives woman in that simple phrase? A woman is a prize! She is worthy of respect, and by giving our power to a man, we only disrespect ourselves...
Which brings me to my next point. It's ALL ABOUT RESPECT. If YOU don't respect you, then don't expect for him to respect you. After an episode of Love and Hip Hop Atlanta, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at dear, dear Mimi. Mimi Faust is about as beautiful a fool as they come, and it breaks my heart to say that. Mimi became upset with Joseline after Joseline called her a maid. She became more irate with Stevie because he didn't defend her. "You let her call me a maid and you didn't say nothin'?" This chick even went as far as to throw a drink and bite Stevie J in his face. Really, Mimi? Really? And just what did you accomplish with that mini-tantrum? Not one thing! First of all, you are demanding respect from a man who obviously has little respect for himself, yet you feel that because he has a child with you, that he owes you respect--no, mam, it doesn't work like that! He disrespected you a long time ago, continued to disrespect you, and the ultimate disrespect, the ultimate betrayal, was when he impregnated Joseline. Now rather than to gather her things and be done with the whole mess, Mimi was foolish enough to continue this abomination of a relationship, even allowing him to have her in therapy, along with he AND Joseline--at the same damn time! Attention, ladies: A man does not owe you respect! He either respects you, or he doesn't. And if he can not respect you as his lover, his friend, his confident, his child's mother, than you can't MAKE him do it. If he refuses to give you the respect that you rightfully deserve, then MOVE AROUND! Screw it, because this old adage is true: A man will only do what a woman LET'S him do. If your man treats you like dirt, tell homie to eat rocks! Nothing gets a man's respect like saying "F... You", and meaning it. When he sees that you have moved on with your life, I mean really moved on (no backtracking, no one night stands, no lies), if he was worth having, then it won't be long before you see a new side of him. And if you don't, then he wasn't sh** , anyway, and you are better off without him!
How can I say this? Because I have been through it! My husband and I were back and forth, off and on, for years. And it probably would have stayed that way, if I didn't put my foot down. I remember one evening, we had a little rendezvous, and afterward, this fool felt that he was ballsy enough to tell me that he had a new girlfriend. Huh, do what, now? Whatchu just say? At that point, I knew that I had enough. I didn't curse him out. Nope, not at all. However, I remember telling him that when he walked out of my front door, he would not be walking back through it. He thought that I was playing, but I was oh, so serious. At that time, we had one child together. After he walked out my front door, I kept my word. There were no "booty calls". There was no coming over to see the kid. Hell, you want him, come and pick him up or I can drop him off--I don't need you being under me! If it had nothing to do with our child, then we had no conversation. Why should we? Friends would have treated one another better than he treated me, so I didn't see the need for unnecessary conversation. He did his thing, and I did mine. I took a vacation, and took that opportunity to renew myself. I came back home with my son, happy and refreshed, because I had begun to reevalute my life. I realized that it wasn't him that was making me unhappy; I had more unresolved issues that I needed to contend with. But allowing him to come in and out of my life wasn't lending itself to making me happy, either, so I truly let go. I dealt with my issues, and allowed him to live the life that he wanted to live, and then...
He realized that once he had what he wanted, he didn't want what he had. He realized that what he had was a young girl, and what he needed was a woman. And I was that woman. I was strong, independent, and I had his back at all times. I loved his children from his previous relationships, and what shocked him was that even when we were no longer together, his children still loved and confided in me. I was truly his "ride-or-die chick". But I had to let him go, allow him to live "in that moment", so that he could see what was really right before him all along. I did not want to force what I wanted as my "reality" to be his "reality". After almost a year, I received a call late one night. I had no idea who it could be; the number wasn't familiar to me (he would still see his child, however, conversation between us was very limited). "Hello" I answered. "Hey" was his response, followed by "do you mind if I call, just to talk?" Now looky there...I took that power away from him when I stood by my word! The choice was not his, it was all mine! We talked for quite awhile, and when met to talk face-to-face again, I was looking at a completely different person. He didn't just look at me, but he SAW me. He respected me. He LOVED me. He LISTENED to me. And I could tell the difference, and it wasn't because of anything he said or did. When a person's heart truly changes, you can see the difference illuminating them from within. Even when I spoke, he hung on every word. Even the way that he touched me, the way that he held me, everything was different. He was a different man, not because he HAD to be, but because he wanted his family together, he wanted to be a BETTER man. And that's what he did. We've been married now almost 4 years.
When you've given it your all, and your all just isn't enough, then it's time to let go. Stop giving him power over you! You deserve better in this life, but it's up to you to seek out your "better". Live your life being the best person that you can be, and the rest will fall into place. We have to stop chasing men that don't want to be caught, loving men that can't love us, respecting men that find joy in disrespecting us. Life is TOO SHORT! Slowly inhale. Exhale. Then. Just. Let. Go...
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