Monday, August 19, 2013

Tell me you love me, um....Seriously?

I have not blogged in a long time because I was dealing with a lot of things in my life. My daughter had her track season, I had a graduation, and I was busy trying to salvage an already broken and corrupted relationship.This post is not about man bashing, love bashing, relationship bashing. This post is how I feel about certain aspects of the word and how it has been taken so loosely that i may have lost most of it's value. I may get a little personal in this post, don't judge me. I have never judged any of you.

Love is one of those words that is full of hope, purity, and promise. Sometimes the promises made by the people that claim to love you are empty. As I previously stated, I was busy in a relationship that had failed before it started. The relationship failed due to the empty promises of love. The love was real on my side but I felt that eventually he spoke about love because he felt a moral obligation. As I was the only one who looked out for him for the years we were together and even after. Towards the end of the relationship and till this day he claims to love me. The one thing I will let you know readers is that actions will always speak louder than words. Based on the person's actions, you will know if the love is empty and all of the promises made are as well.... They will be emptier than a buffet next to a weight watchers convention. (no offense to those in the weight watchers program. You are doing great keep up the good work. It actually works for some people.)

There are things that you should know about love. That is of course if you don't already know them. Love is not easy. It is the hardest thing you will ever have to deal with in life. It is not a romance story from begging till the end. There will be fights. There will be disagreements. There will be days that you say, "Seriously?!?" but the one thing you need to know is that when the love is real. There will be no infidelity. There will be no lies. There will be no violence. There will be no empty promises.

There are a lot of people out here who are in love with the idea of being in love. I am guilty of this myself. Who doesn't want that happily ever after? But how do you expect to know if it is real love after 2 weeks of dating? You don't. You can be in lust. You can really like someone strongly, but love? C'mon ladies and gents, let's do better. Let's stop expecting dudes/ girls to tell us they love us meanwhile they have never smelled one of your farts. Or have never seen you in the morning without your make up. Don't force these guys/girls into something they are not ready for. If they love you they will let you know with their actions and their words.

Don't someone to tell you that they love you because it stokes your ego during sex. Don't feed these folks with empty promises and empty hope because you need a place to live or want those new Jordan's that came out. Did you know that when you tell someone you love them, that they actually think you mean it? They think you will be faithful, that they will be the only one, and that most women start picking out bathroom curtains for your home?

Don't say it unless you mean it. Smell each others farts first. See her in the morning with no makeup. Men be sure that you are ready to keep your penis in your pants when around other women (or men if you are gay). Make sure that the person has everything or at least most things you are looking for. Trust me. This will help you. It will reduce the threats that you receive when you decide that the hoe or dude from down the street will suit you better. It will spare you the lines of "but I thought you loved me!" or "but you said I was the only one you ever really loved."

The moral of the story my poppers is that you should not ask someone to tell you that they love you. Or say it because you feel obligated. Say it only if you really mean it and stop making promises you can't keep.

If you have any funny stories.... about this topic please do share. *crunches popcorn on my pillows*



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