Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

NOTE TO SELF...


Dearest Self,

Here we find you again, second guessing your competency.  This is really getting kind of tiresome.  I’m really going to need you to put on your listening cap.  You’re an independent, single mom, single-handedly taking care of an entire household!  The universe knows that you are stretched thin making sure every member of your pack is physically fed, financially supported, emotionally bolstered and spiritually nourished.  At the end of every day you are fatigued, overwhelmed and feeling lonely.  Given all you are required to do by yourself it’s no wonder.  Even though you may not currently have a partner supporting your efforts and keeping you warm in his arms at night, your work and selfless acts are not going unnoticed.  You probably don’t see it, but God is working in your favor! 

While there are a million players, users and abusers, the Lord is preparing you to be ready for a great man who is RIGHT NOW looking for all the redeemable qualities you possess.  He is willing to accept all your greatness as well as all of your flaws.  This man will not be the one trying to “holla” at you in the club.  He will not be the man who will try to strong-arm you into a commitment, because he believes he is God’s gift to all women and you are the most recently identified conquest at hand.  He will not be the one who can’t maintain eye contact, because he’s too mesmerized by the swell of your breasts or the shelf of your behind.  He will not be the dude who pretends to be genuine… perched-up at your crib, grinning at you while trying to sweetly wheedle his way into your panties after a few dates.  He will not have unresolved steamer trunk baggage with “baby mamas”, ex-wives and other random straggling women, women with broken hearts brimming with unfulfilled promises made by him to ease the transition into a relationship for his comfort with no intention of ever developing into anything more permanent.    

This man will be God driven, hardworking, respectful, and appreciative of what you bring to the table.  He will be a provider.  He will be a great role model and step father to your kids.  He will embrace all of you, always keeping in mind that you and your children are not individually acquired but are a package deal. 

Girl, just keep being the great woman you are!  Quit looking!  Remain focused and keep presenting yourself with class, never settling for less than you deserve.  Remain patient and keep doing the great job you are doing with your multitude of responsibilities in preparation for this Way Beyond Z man to find you in God’s time.   


Blessings,
The Universe


“He who finds a wife finds a good thing and receives favor from the Lord.”
Proverbs 18:22

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

JUST TOO

I do a variety of things while riding the train in the morning.  I sleep, pray, snack, sit extended Shiva for Prince while listening to Adore on repeat and wonder why he didn’t leave a will.  I read when I can maintain my concentration, which lately is not often.  This morning was very different.  This morning I had a discussion with my 11-year-old daughter who asked me about self-love in a decidedly roundabout way.  I panicked.  In that moment I thought back to every piece of generic advice I’d ever received about the importance of loving oneself.  The same generic shit that I’d been feeding her for her entire life.  But this morning, while spitting the perfunctory “know-your-worth”, “straighten-your-crown”, “you’re-a-queen” spiel, it dawned on me that this was a love that I had been moving farther and farther away from for the better part of the last decade, essentially her entire life.  I suddenly felt ill-qualified to advise her on a self-love that I’d become increasingly unfamiliar with.  Well damn!  For years I dressed up the negative self-talk in funky gear and fancy friends, but now here I was on the 6 train feeling exposed before my own perceptive, Afro-Latino, abandoned-by-her-first-love (daddy) Black girl, who needed me to teach her about a love I didn’t quite understand anymore.
While both my parents were adamant about teaching me how to love myself in all my Afro-Cuban-girl glory, it is amazing how one person’s behavior towards you at the right time has the ability to topple a lifetime of esteem, painstakingly assembled like a house of cards.  During the last decade, two relationships with men who professed to love me (who I recognize now were simply incapable of loving me completely due to their own steamer trunks of baggage) was the resident monkey on my back that recently made every emotion needlessly complicated, especially love.  Don’t get me wrong, I have a tremendous capacity to love.  I can love other people.  But myself… that depends on the day.
Rationally, I know that the cheating and lying behaviors that were common threads in both my marriage and the relationship that followed, were not due to anything I did or did not do, but my rational mind isn’t the culprit here.  My irrational mind is totally culpable and it tries endlessly to convince me that if I were just prettier, more accommodating and less… me, somebody could love me fully.  Then I wake the fuck up and shake it off… depending on the day, of course.    
So, back to my daughter who is, by the way, approaching the age when boys aren’t as “yucky” as they used to be (and with her being gangly, which apparently isn’t all that attractive to a pimply, hairy-palmed, adolescent boy... the nerve), is expressing uncertainty about anyone’s ability to love her when her first love broke her heart.  After all, when your own parent chooses not to love you, in the mind of an 11-year-old, you’re pretty much doomed.  Sweet, wooly-haired, baby Jesus… WTF am I supposed to do with this?!?  Not to mention that she watched both of my last two relationships crash and burn.  These facts, combined with her smarts and the intentional lack of information and details provided to her about my failed relationships, she formed her own opinions which are decidedly unflattering.  Geez!  Here I was thinking that I was providing a strong and unwavering role model for her by pretending that one failed marriage followed by one failed relationship didn’t rock the foundation on which my self-love had been firmly seated.  What an intergalactic idiot I was to think that this sharp-witted, little chick wouldn’t see right through the thinly veiled “strong-black-woman” façade (cue Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive) and jump straight to the place that I thought was mostly healed and land in a raw spot where I picked at the scab daily without even knowing.  So, now what?
What now is I’m worried about her looking for someone to fill in the empty spaces, the lonely places that exist because she doesn’t completely believe that she is… enough.  I’m worried that she needs someone to “complete” her or validate her.  My ex-husband had me convinced that I was just never going to be enough for anyone.  That place of inadequacy is an awful place for your head to reside.  He reminded me often that I was divorced, had two young kids, was too tall, too skinny, that my hair was too curly, my eyes were just brown, I had an angry looking C-section scar, I was too opinionated, and too independent… I was just too.  He forgot to mention that I was just too damn expansive for him to comprehend and therefore appreciate, but that was for me to figure out.  Unfortunately, before I fully came to that realization, the door opened just a crack for the next relationship to float in on silver-lined wings… because he was so “different” from my ex-husband.  It turns out that while he was certainly different, that didn’t prevent him from putting himself first, or not cherishing the love that I freely gave nor did it prevent me from tolerating a fair amount of nonsense because I was still recovering from a mild Celie complex.  
We’ve all loved people that didn’t deserve a look from our direction.  We bend and contort ourselves to an image that might hasten the attainment of that crystal stair that we’ve been previously denied.  These are things that I never wanted for my daughter.  So, when my ex convinced our baby girl, not by his words but by his deeds, that she was also… just too, I did the only thing I knew how to and turned on the generic self-love advice.  
She. Saw. Through. Me. To. The. Raw. Spot.
I promised myself, and her, this morning on the 6 train that I’d find a way to fill in her gaps and spaces, as well as mine, and knock it off with the hokey, generic self-love advice.  I know that we Black girls are born with lemons in our hands.  We just choose different recipes to make our lemonade.  I think I need to add honey… 
Have a WayBeyondZ Day, my loves!

“I believe when life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade...and try to find someone whose life has given them vodka, and have a party.” 
― Ron White



JUST TOO

I do a variety of things while riding the train in the morning.  I sleep, pray, snack, sit extended Shiva for Prince while listening to Adore on repeat and wonder why he didn’t leave a will.  I read when I can maintain my concentration, which lately is not often.  This morning was very different.  This morning I had a discussion with my 11-year-old daughter who asked me about self-love in a decidedly roundabout way.  I panicked.  In that moment I thought back to every piece of generic advice I’d ever received about the importance of loving oneself.  The same generic shit that I’d been feeding her for her entire life.  But this morning, while spitting the perfunctory “know-your-worth”, “straighten-your-crown”, “you’re-a-queen” spiel, it dawned on me that this was a love that I had been moving farther and farther away from for the better part of the last decade, essentially her entire life.  I suddenly felt ill-qualified to advise her on a self-love that I’d become increasingly unfamiliar with.  Well damn!  For years I dressed up the negative self-talk in funky gear and fancy friends, but now here I was on the 6 train feeling exposed before my own perceptive, Afro-Latino, abandoned-by-her-first-love (daddy) Black girl, who needed me to teach her about a love I didn’t quite understand anymore.
While both my parents were adamant about teaching me how to love myself in all my Afro-Cuban-girl glory, it is amazing how one person’s behavior towards you at the right time has the ability to topple a lifetime of esteem, painstakingly assembled like a house of cards.  During the last decade, two relationships with men who professed to love me (who I recognize now were simply incapable of loving me completely due to their own steamer trunks of baggage) was the resident monkey on my back that recently made every emotion needlessly complicated, especially love.  Don’t get me wrong, I have a tremendous capacity to love.  I can love other people.  But myself… that depends on the day.
Rationally, I know that the cheating and lying behaviors that were common threads in both my marriage and the relationship that followed, were not due to anything I did or did not do, but my rational mind isn’t the culprit here.  My irrational mind is totally culpable and it tries endlessly to convince me that if I were just prettier, more accommodating and less… me, somebody could love me fully.  Then I wake the fuck up and shake it off… depending on the day, of course.    
So, back to my daughter who is, by the way, approaching the age when boys aren’t as “yucky” as they used to be (and with her being gangly, which apparently isn’t all that attractive to a pimply, hairy-palmed, adolescent boy... the nerve), is expressing uncertainty about anyone’s ability to love her when her first love broke her heart.  After all, when your own parent chooses not to love you, in the mind of an 11-year-old, you’re pretty much doomed.  Sweet, wooly-haired, baby Jesus… WTF am I supposed to do with this?!?  Not to mention that she watched both of my last two relationships crash and burn.  These facts, combined with her smarts and the intentional lack of information and details provided to her about my failed relationships, she formed her own opinions which are decidedly unflattering.  Geez!  Here I was thinking that I was providing a strong and unwavering role model for her by pretending that one failed marriage followed by one failed relationship didn’t rock the foundation on which my self-love had been firmly seated.  What an intergalactic idiot I was to think that this sharp-witted, little chick wouldn’t see right through the thinly veiled “strong-black-woman” façade (cue Gloria Gaynor's I Will Survive) and jump straight to the place that I thought was mostly healed and land in a raw spot where I picked at the scab daily without even knowing.  So, now what?
What now is I’m worried about her looking for someone to fill in the empty spaces, the lonely places that exist because she doesn’t completely believe that she is… enough.  I’m worried that she needs someone to “complete” her or validate her.  My ex-husband had me convinced that I was just never going to be enough for anyone.  That place of inadequacy is an awful place for your head to reside.  He reminded me often that I was divorced, had two young kids, was too tall, too skinny, that my hair was too curly, my eyes were just brown, I had an angry looking C-section scar, I was too opinionated, and too independent… I was just too.  He forgot to mention that I was just too damn expansive for him to comprehend and therefore appreciate, but that was for me to figure out.  Unfortunately, before I fully came to that realization, the door opened just a crack for the next relationship to float in on silver-lined wings… because he was so “different” from my ex-husband.  It turns out that while he was certainly different, that didn’t prevent him from putting himself first, or not cherishing the love that I freely gave nor did it prevent me from tolerating a fair amount of nonsense because I was still recovering from a mild Celie complex.  
We’ve all loved people that didn’t deserve a look from our direction.  We bend and contort ourselves to an image that might hasten the attainment of that crystal stair that we’ve been previously denied.  These are things that I never wanted for my daughter.  So, when my ex convinced our baby girl, not by his words but by his deeds, that she was also… just too, I did the only thing I knew how to and turned on the generic self-love advice.  
She. Saw. Through. Me. To. The. Raw. Spot.
I promised myself, and her, this morning on the 6 train that I’d find a way to fill in her gaps and spaces, as well as mine, and knock it off with the hokey, generic self-love advice.  I know that we Black girls are born with lemons in our hands.  We just choose different recipes to make our lemonade.  I think I need to add honey… 
Have a WayBeyondZ Day, my loves!

“I believe when life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade...and try to find someone whose life has given them vodka, and have a party.” 
― Ron White



Wednesday, January 21, 2015

INBOX INFIDELITY

Once upon a time there was a strict definition of cheating.  Your spouse or significant other had sex with someone other than you and POW, out comes the scarlet “A”!  Let the shaming begin.  These days there is a whole slew of gray area around the definition of cheating.  There’s the devastating emotional infidelity; anger provoking digital infidelity and then if you’re married to or dating a drama queen/king/extremely insecure and prone to low self-esteem person, there’s the imagined infidelity.  The question is what is really cheating (outside of the obvious falling naked into another person’s arms (genitals) and the inevitable… “what had happened was…”) and what is not.  The answer to this question really lies in the context of each individual’s marriage or relationship.  In my humble opinion, pretty much anything that is sexual in nature and conducted in secrecy and that one party KNOWS would erode the trust of the other party may be considered a form of cheating.  Now, whether or not you break up over it is another issue entirely…

Gray area cheating:
1.  The lap dance:  If you are the recipient of the lap dance and there are preexisting trust issues in this relationship, this probably isn’t the best idea, dude.  Furthermore, if you have a “thing” for lap dances and have already gotten into trouble for it, give it up and find a safer pastime, like train surfing.  While you’re sweating, grinding and fantasizing here are a few questions running through your spouse’s/girlfriend’s mind:  Is he at the strip club alone?  Is he with wild-ass (insert name)? What else happened during the lap dance?  When you are able to slow your heart rate and your bigger, and hopefully more prominent, brain recovers its rightful position as the leader of the body you should begin to prepare to answer all of these questions in rapid fire sequence.
Glo’s take: This isn’t cheating if you know this is going down (for instance at a bachelor party); however, if he’s lying and telling you that he’s out doing community service with his frat brothers and he’s trolling strip clubs this might be the beginning of a slippery slope.  Forget what happened at the strip club but remember his propensity for lying.

2.     The tongueless kiss:  This is a quick kiss on the lips or right by lips.  I have had a woman tell me that any kiss, intimate or not is cheating.  Frankly, she was a paranoid mess, but to each his own opinion shall rule. 
Glo’s Take:  Latino and European people just love to kiss and greet each other this way regularly.  Calm down, you’re approaching the border of Crazyville.
     
3.  The pornography watcher:  Again, there are people who feel that anything remotely sexual that steals time away from their relationship is cheating.  I’m not at all suggesting that sitting naked for hours watching unrealistically buxom women and unnaturally endowed men engage in loveless sex is not an issue, but the larger issue here is that your time could surely be more productively spent.  Hey, here’s a novel idea: try taking your spouse out to dinner and talking to her!  How about asking her to help you create your own memorable sexual moments.  At the very least it’s likely more spontaneous and enjoyable than watching canned sex and at best it will bond you and your spouse closer in a shared passionate experience.
   Glo’s take:  I don’t consider this cheating.  If you’re concerned about him expending sexual energy on anything that doesn’t involve you?  Then get involved!  

4.     The Ex Contacter:  Listen, listen… no one was born the minute they met you.  Everyone has an ex (more likely an assortment of exes) and it’s pretty commendable if they are all mature enough to communicate like civilized adults rather than petulant kids (particularly if there are children involved).
Glo’s take:  If you or your spouse is communicating with an ex secretly or for the purpose of anything other than just “catching up” or discussing little Jesse's latest report card, this is dicey territory.  Your current spouse/significant other will likely feel uncomfortable with you hanging out with or talking to your ex on a regular basis… especially if your spouse/significant other doesn’t know said ex.  Again, the problem is the secrecy and lying.  If your relationship with your ex is innocent why not bring it to light?  Cut out the unnecessary stress in your relationship! Secrecy erodes trust!   

5.     Emotional Affair Participant:  Oy vey!  This is often the beginning of the end for a relationship.  This goes without saying, but it is devastating and probably the most perilous and trust-shattering type of cheating.  It’s probably easier to forgive physical cheating than emotional cheating.  Sexual infidelity means you need to have sexual contact with a person who is not your partner… often this can and does occur without any emotional connection.  Emotional infidelity; however, means that you’re confiding in and emotionally connecting with a person outside of your relationship without the sex.  The intimacy that is the hallmark of emotional cheating, the creation of emotional bonds, is behavior that should be reserved for you!  RED ALERT!  RED ALERT!
Glo’s take: This denotes a potentially relationship shattering problem is present.  If this relationship is to be saved, the offending party needs to commit to discontinuing the relationship and sever all contact with the subject of the emotional affair.  Additionally, both parties need immediate and intensive marriage/relationship counseling to root out the source of the discontent that the emotional affair was borne from.  

6.     The offline flirt:  The neighbor from apartment 3F who compliments him every morning or the girl from the office who he flirts back and forth with and “does lunch” with on a regular basis are examples of offline flirting.  As long as it’s innocent, there is no harm in it.  Everyone’s flower blooms a little more colorfully with a little attention from the opposite sex!  Face it, everyone does this occasionally.  If you’re absolutely honest with yourself, you can be accused of this too.  
Glo’s take:  Nope, not cheating and please refrain from creating a situation where there is none.  This type of flirting happens organically and is spontaneous.  The difference between this and online flirting is that online flirting takes preparation and planning and that’s the kind of cunning that spells big trouble.  

7.     The online flirt:  Tango, Match, Harmony, Christian Singles, Plenty of Fish… all of these online dating sites should be off limits once you’re married or dating someone seriously.  Social media outlets make it too easy to find old flames or strike up conversations with new friends of friends.  Everyone is just so available and there’s a curiosity element that affects everyone to some extent, regardless of how happily married or coupled you are.  Exchanges may start as harmless flirting but can trigger a dramatic emotional and physical reaction.  Everyone can agree that during the heat of the moment comes a rush of exhilaration from being naughty and sneaky.  Again, the blood is rushing somewhere other than the brain and the immediate feedback and gratification make for an irresistible environment that keeps drawing you back down that damned slippery slope.  Facebook in has particular has changed the game for a lot of people.  Your man/woman may not be overtly disrespectful to you on Facebook, but he/she may be hella disrespectful in the inbox of someone they’re flirting with.  Your significant other may be faithful on your wall, but cheating in their inbox!  According to a recent survey conducted by the American Academy of Matrimonial Lawyers, 81 percent of divorce lawyers say they’ve seen an increase in social networking evidence in their cases over the last five years.  Facebook was named the unrivaled leader for online divorce evidence with two-third of attorneys citing it as a primary source of evidence, followed by MySpace at 15 percent and Twitter at 5 percent...  The streets are watching, people, and what is done in the darkness will surely come to light.       
Glo’s take:  As annoying and disrespectful as this is, I do not necessarily consider this cheating; however, this raises a huge and billowing red flag!!  Hello, wake up!!!  If he’s still trolling internet dating sights and picking up singles on Facebook, then he’s still looking!  As hurtful as this revelation is… you aren’t “it”, Cookie!  If you want to maintain this relationship (if you’re married, you should consider trying to work through this) you may want to seriously consider counseling, as this relationship is severely damaged and it will be difficult to maintain trust going forward once this type of infidelity is uncovered.

The Red Flags of Online Cheating:
Are you worried that this could happen in your relationship?  Be on the lookout for some signs that may indicate your partner is caught up in an online affair:
  •    He or she is secretive when it comes to email, cell phone, and social media accounts.
  •            He or she spends more off-work time on the computer than with you.
  •     Your partner is compulsively attached to his or her phone. 
  •    Your spouse is significantly nicer (a sign of guilt) or suddenly nasty (a sign of trying to convince himself or herself that their behavior is justified) to you.
  •    You discover that your partner has a secret social media, online dating or email account. 

No one is perfect and every human has the capacity to get caught up in a cheating situation.  I do believe that there are situations that can be avoided and preventative measures that can be taken to lessen the opportunities for cheating.  If you choose to repeatedly involve yourself in situations that leave you open to temptation, perhaps you aren’t ready for a marriage or committed relationship and should consider gracefully extricating yourself from that type of relationship, lest you risk irreparably hurting the one you profess to love. 

Furthermore, there is no one-size-fits-all rule book for cheating.  Cheating depends upon your individual definition of the act and more importantly how you FEEL about it.  The problem develops when you are devastated by something that your spouse has done and he/she thinks that there is nothing wrong with whatever he/she did.  You and your spouse need to come to a mutual agreement on where future boundaries will be set.

“The truly scary thing about undiscovered lies is that they have a greater capacity to diminish us than exposed ones.”

― Cheryl Hughes

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

I'M BACK!!!

So, I've been on a self-imposed hiatus.  Unmotivated, overburdened, distracted, disgusted, trying-to-be-discreet and trying-to-get-divorced sums up my absence when I should have been motivated and uber-focused because overburdened resolves eventually, being divorced can be a blessing (especially if you’re married to Satan) and the trying-to-be-discreet part was optional anyway.  So, I’m writing again, blessed, super-duper highly-favored and motivated to do what I love.

I spent my New Year’s Eve in my soon-to-be former house after visiting my soon-to-be renovated new house (I shed real tears when I think about and see the scope of the necessary work) with my brooding, pre-teen offspring and my boyfriend.  The night was quiet, calm and unassuming.  We talked, cooked, baked and generally spent what I consider to be quality time together.  A few days later, after trolling everyone’s New Year’s pics on Facebook and Instagram, it occurs to me that I may have grown up to be boring!  Jesus take the wheel!  I used to be the go-to girl for social events and gatherings.  I grew up in Manhattan, modeled, partied, traveled and generally enjoyed my young life, thoroughly.  

My life changed when I grew up a little, met Lucifer, fell head-over-heels in love, took a left turn at the Justice of the Peace, moved into the “parent hood” and traded my Jimmy Choo’s for sensible (yet stylish) shoes, Pyrex cookware and Tupperware snack containers… come on, who doesn't love Tupperware?  BUT, now that Beelzebub has gratefully taken yet another concubine and I’m dating/”relationshipping” (hopefully I’m not moonlighting as a call girl for another one of Abaddon’s companions), I feel like I need to ditch the sensible shoes and Pyrex (get your filthy hands off of my Tupperware… I know what you’re thinking) and reclaim my sexy!  I think I'm still quite attractive and my body still looks great after a few kids, but, I’m admittedly less young, less… fun, and often dog tired.  Single parenting is a HUGE job and I do it at a high level, so after school and soccer and dance classes and play-dates and birthday parties and countless other activities, I’m beat!  Who has time to be fun?  The answer is you should! 

This brings me to the fabled and often whispered about “me” time.  Ahhhh… Nirvana, Moksha, Deliverance!  “Me” time is the first step to maintaining (or regaining) your sexy!  In reality, “me” time is nothing more than taking some time to put aside your everyday business and treating yourself to an activity that you enjoy.  Maybe it’s a mani/pedi that you crave or getting a massage; perhaps slipping away to the gym.  How about just leaving the kids with someone and catching a non G-rated movie ALONE?  If you can’t get away, then you need to create a quiet corner where you can be alone and uninterruptedly catch up on your reading or whatever reminds you that you are more than just a parent and you need to reconnect with your human side that enjoys pampering.  Ideally, "me" time should be an opportunity to relax, refocus and recharge.  When you are able to successfully accomplish that, you can come back to your everyday responsibilities with greater focus, commitment and maybe even enjoyment.  Indulge in some “me” time and get WayBeyondZ recharged!  It’s the best investment in yourself you’ll ever make!  

My greatest beauty secret is being happy with myself.  I don’t use special creams or treatments – I use a little bit of everything.  It’s a mistake to think that you are what you put on yourself.  I believe that a lot of how you look is to do with how you feel about yourself and your life.  Happiness is the greatest beauty secret.
~ Tina Turner




Wednesday, October 2, 2013

IN SEARCH OF UNICORNS: Part II (Spark Notes Version)


I see that I touched on a few nerves with last Wednesday’s post.  I’m going to attempt to kill several proverbial birds with one well-lobbed stone and reiterate my position on being a “ride or die chick”… like it or not.

This is the part where I need you all to focus… the “ride or die chick” is different than a good woman!  Good women, in mutually beneficial relationships, where they not only offer, but receive, support are not subject to the “ride or die chick” phenomenon.  They are not falling prey to this perversion where women are being manipulated into thinking that they have to allow themselves to be doormats in order to accommodate someone else’s twisted impression of what it means to be loyal or dedicated.  Relationships require work and I am not referring to the NORMAL adversity that may arise.  Normal adversity is not always due to circumstances that could easily be avoided and is not always caused by only one party in the relationship.  I would not call this type of woman (nor would she likely allow herself to be referred to as) a “ride or die chick”.  A good woman will look at the man who (to use last week’s example) presents with a wife and five kids and needs a place to stay and she will insist that he prove himself to be trustworthy, loyal (a stretch with a wife in tow) and at the very least, a contributing member of her team BEFORE she opens her door and invites him in to stay… because she realizes that just any man will not do.  She will wait for (to use a comment from last week’s post) God to provide her with a good man and use the intelligence that God has bestowed upon her to evaluate the situation in its entirety and make an informed decision based on HER needs and the needs of her family.  God provided her with wisdom for a reason.  A good woman does not accept abuse, disrespect, dishonor and devaluation.  A good woman is loyal and loving and receives support in return.  A good woman exercises good judgment.  A “ride or die chick” has no concept of what any of this means and sees her life through the lens of the man who she is riding with or more significantly, dying for.

I worked for many years in a setting where I interacted with court involved youth.  This system is filled with many young women who are incarcerated and languishing there because they bought into this inane belief that a woman should stand by her man no matter what variety of nonsense he has the unabashed audacity to bring to her door.  They wore their twisted “ride or die” badge of honor proudly and as a result I’ve seen drug charges, assault charges (mostly from fighting the random women who the man they were “riding for” kept introducing into their lives and upon occasion from fighting the man himself after becoming fed up with the constant disrespect and abuse), a few murder charges (for the same reasons), robbery charges, grand and petit larceny and a variety of child abuse and neglect charges (because who has time to be a good mother when you have a man to ride or die for).  These women ADMIT to feeling devalued, having low self-esteem and being willing to do anything, even risking their own lives, freedom and their happiness for the sake of someone who does not love them reciprocally.  Don’t be mistaken… the “ride or die chick” does not only rear her head in prison settings, or among the young and inexperienced…. Oh no!  The “ride or die chick” is stealthily hiding in plain view.  She can be found in board rooms, court rooms, concert halls, church pews... and mirrors.  The “ride or die chick” is a mother, sister, friend and confidant.
 
As an artist, my job is to generate healthy discussions, and given the number and variety of responses I’ve received, I’ve done just that.  Many of my posts are not told from my own perspective but from the perspective of others and I use many observations and discussions with other people as fodder.  The post last week sprung from a conversation that I had a few weeks ago with a young and cherished woman in my family who recanted a recent incident involving a young female acquaintance of hers who was cajoled into performing an illegal act by her boyfriend (and I use that term loosely, as no man who loves and cherishes you would manipulate you into standing by his side in the face of potential danger.  Love doesn’t require personal sacrifice from one party greater than the other party is willing to endure themselves).  He pressured this woman, using the very term that women have been conditioned to respond to… he taunted her for not being his “ride or die chick” (hence the post topic) until she relented.  Unfortunately, this young woman is looking at a substantial term of confinement as a result of her low self-esteem (yes, I said it) and inability to refuse a ridiculous request because of her dedication and loyalty to someone who was clearly undeserving.  She simply could not accept that having no man is better than having one who doesn’t love you enough to, not only keep you out of harm’s way, but not use you as a shield to protect himself from harm’s way.
 
The take away here is not to be so desperate for companionship that you become shortsighted.  I think we can all agree that a good woman supports her family; she stands up for, stands beside, and holds up said family.  When she gets mowed over, disrespected, manipulated into acting against her own character… and still holds on to that man, she moves from being a good woman to being a “ride or die chick”.  Copious amounts of Vaseline (to protect against scaring), brawl related hospital stays, regular interaction with local law enforcement, court appearances and most importantly: incessant feelings of expectations that are not reciprocated are not signs of a fruitful relationship.  From one good woman to another, if you find yourself in turbulent waters and your man is holding on to you as tightly as you are to him… and not trying to climb onto your back to use you as a life raft or submissive partner, then by all means hold on with both hands!  You are going WayBeyondZ! 

Nothing is perfect.  Life is messy.  Relationships are complex.  Outcomes are uncertain.  People are irrational.
~Hugh McKay

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

IN SEARCH OF A UNICORN

Urban dictionary defines “ride or die chick” as follows:
1.    A chick that ain't afraid to be down with her man; she'll do anything her man needs her to do.
2.    “Ride or die chick” refers to someone who (normally a girl, hence the word chick) is down for everything & anything.  Basically down for both the bad and the good.

I’ve heard full grown, decently educated, adult men say that ‘ride or die chicks’ are the only type of girls that they date and those are the only types of girls that make the dating experience completely worth it.  They mysteriously define this girl as the total package… “She’s your homegirl, your lover and your friend all rolled up into one delectable package.”  She’s been said to know the “tendencies” of her man and understands the way he “works”.  I hear that these ‘ride or die chicks’ are as elusive unicorns, but they are out there and once you find one, you may never want to let her go.
 
Here’s the part where I pick this whole ‘ride or die chick’ theory apart and offer another perspective.  Look fellas… unicorns are real, and easy to find!  They’re just fat and gray and we commonly refer to them as rhinos.  WAKE UP!!  Of course I’m being funny but my point is: Quit looking for imaginary unicorns when alive and well rhinos are in your midst.  You're not looking for a unicorn... you're looking for a woman with low self-esteem who will allow you to take advantage of her loyalty.  If you love purely and reciprocally you will receive the same benefits without breaking another’s spirit or risk compromising someone else’s values.
 
‘Ride or die chicks’ are not a new phenomenon.  They’ve been stealthily moving among us for ages, knitting blankets, robbing banks and fighting their men’s battles.  For instance, Sarah, of the Old Testament, was Abraham’s ‘ride or die chick’.  She was willing to be deceitful and pretended to be Abraham’s sister and allowed herself to be taken into another man’s bed to save Abraham from certain death… not once, but TWICE!  Why would she do this for him?  Better yet, why would he allow his wife to be delivered into another man’s bed in order to save his own neck?  Modern day examples include, Virginia Thomas of the Clarence Thomas sexual harassment fandango, Dina McGreevey (before her husband, Jim McGreevey, declared himself a gay American), Huma Abedin of the Anthony Weiner political-suicide sexting mess, Hillary Clinton (nuff said) and the Depression Era, bank robbing Bonnie Elizabeth Parker (sidekick to her Clyde Chestnut Barrow).
 
Good women who are, and have been, accustomed to standing by their men in the face of normal adversity are now being expected to dash away all of their home-grown, mama-bestowed, you-know-you-know-better senses to stick by their man no matter what manner of foolywang that arrives at her doorstep.  This new millennium, ‘ride or die chick’ beneficiary can present with a wife (“we’re separated, baby… never mind that car seat in the back of my car”), five kids and problems with adhering to common values associated with integrity and fidelity and the new-fangled ‘ride or die chick’ will open the door and invite him right in!  He can arrive in the middle of the night, a full 6 hours after he was expected, and the ‘ride or die chick’ will not only greet him with open arms and a shut mouth, but is expected to warm up his dinner and draw a bath... all while massaging his feet and pole dancing wearing nothing but stilettos!  He can come with some craziness regarding how or where he acquired yet another baby during the course of their relationship and guess what?  He, his baby AND his new-baby-mama-shenanigans are accepted with open arms... we all make mistakes, right?
 
Why are we rocking this new title like it’s some Boy Scout badge of honor when it’s really the same old shameful situation placed in a blue box with a white ribbon tied into a pretty bow wrapped around it?  At what point do you go into the bathroom, wipe the sharpie printed, “I’m a she-ass”, off your forehead and realize that accepting disrespect and humiliation and the expectation that your desperation to keep your man will dictate your unwavering acceptance of his downright impudent and irreverent behavior is pure and unadulterated foolishness?!  At what point do you draw the line?!??  What I will say is that the man who came up with the “ride or die” philosophy is an absolute genius!  He has convinced women across America to give their all, only to receive very little or nothing in return.  Women have been conditioned to readily toss their self-respect, integrity and dignity to the wind because (for some women) it is better to have a man (any man) than no man at all.  She gets very little satisfaction from this type of relationship, but, in the end, you’re both comfortable with that idea.  She gets a scoundrel of a man, who is no prize and he gets his way without having the added pain of consequence and with the added value of acceptance and continued reinforcement of his bad behavior.  

If you are a follower of television series, The Real Housewives of Atlanta, you’ve probably witnessed the shenanigans of one Stevie J.  Stevie J spent the entire season finale episode using a bus analogy where he said that he’s the bus driver and women get on and off the Stevie J bus as they please.  He provides the gas, the air in the tires, the entire bus.  He goes on to say, “Get with the program or I’m going to have to leave you in the desert.” for surely, there is another ‘ride or die chick’ ready to accept Stevie J’s ongoing shenanigans.  This perfectly characterizes the problem.  Stevie J… and probably a lot of other men who are pursuing the unicorn realizes that there are a great many women who have been conditioned to believe that they’d better “get on (whatever) bus” pulls up to the curb, for fear that bus service will be suspended.  They sadly have no idea that they are perfectly capable of ambulating on their own.   
  
Alas, a man who is accustomed to dating these types of women who suffer from staggeringly low self-esteem, low enough to allow her to compromise her principles and expectations in order to stand by a man who probably doesn’t deserve her support, will ne’er be satisfied with a stand-up, woman of high values who will support her partner without fail as long as he shows her that he is deserving of her undying support.  This type of woman is way too much work.  Be a WayBeyondZ partner and respect and value the one you claim to love. 

“Never assume that love is enough to make someone stay or come back to you. Because when pain strikes the heart love will fade no matter how great it is.”
- unknown

“Better to have one woman on your side than ten men.”
― Robert Jordan, The Great Hunt

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

HAS YOUR BALLAST TANK SPRUNG A LEAK?


So, you meet Mr. Wonderful, get swept away by his charm and charisma and enjoy a whirlwind courtship filled with love and passion.  You profess your undying love and affection for each other, decide to move your relationship to the next level and tie the proverbial knot.  Then you see signs that the proverbial knot wasn’t properly “dressed”.  Anyone who was a boy scout, sails, rock climbs or who has a general concern about being able to restrain serial killers (hey, you can never be too safe) knows that an improperly “dressed” knot can lead to excessive stress and rubbing, which will gradually cause the knot to weaken and fail or slip, if you will.  After committing to a life and building a family with said, Mr. Wonderful, you can’t imagine that your loving and devoted husband who you thought was secured with a double fisherman knot, was really only bound with a shoddy slip knot, but should probably have been secured with a constrictor knot which will never slip and needs to be cut in order to loosen it.  For those who I’ve lost in the figurative language… you think your husband is cheating!

Looking for signs of an affair is complicated, and no clues or signs are fool proof, but there are some that should definitely make you raise an eyebrow and if many signs are present, you should probably pay really close attention because you may either want to batten down the hatches (tighten up your marriage) or abandon ship.  

Here are a few hints that your relationship may have sprung a leak in the ballast tank:
He’s suddenly paying more attention to personal grooming and dressing better:  If your husband who normally rocks a five-o’clock shadow all weekend long and chills in sweats or basketball shorts is suddenly waging an obsessive, all-out war against unwanted facial hair and taking your daughter to dance class wearing a sports jacket… your hackles should be raised!  Your bowline knot may not be properly dressed.  If your hubby has all of a sudden turned into a new millennium man, gotten a new haircut and has his shoes shined every time he wears them, you may be quite thrilled that he’s finally listening to your style advice but be mindful that he could be trying to impress someone other than you.
 
He’s has a new favorite clothing item:  When you and your husband first started dating, you thought it was adorable that he often wore a particular cashmere sweater for you simply because you told him you loved the way it accented his broad shoulders and that the color brought out the color of his eyes.  If he has a new fav sweater or new pair of shoes that has nothing to do with your date nights, it could be something that a girlfriend has bought him.    Of course, none of these sign may mean anything, other than he’s turned over a new leaf, but the clues could be piling up and you may need to pay closer attention because your grinner knot may not be properly dressed.

The details are fuzzy:  Your husband is suddenly prone to hanging out after work with random “guys” or random “people from work” who have no names.  If your husband, who can remember his seat number from the Superbowl XXI Giants vs. Broncos game in 1987, is amazingly having a hard time remembering where he and “the fellas” stopped for dinner the other night your square knot is definitely slipping!  Getting details should not be like pulling teeth and this is almost certainly a sign that he’s being dishonest, especially if the details keep changing every time you ask.     

He is being clandestine:  If your dude starts leaving the room to take calls or letting calls go to voicemail instead of answering them in front of you and his phone is locked whereas it wasn’t before… there is a problem.  If your guy fabricates an excuse why you should have separate cell phone accounts or has asked for a de-itemized bill on a joint account… there is a problem.  If you mysteriously get de-friended from Facebook or he changes all his email passwords, he may be hiding an affair.  If you find yourself wondering why he is so secretive, then you may need to start asking questions because it appears that your anchor bend knot may be slipping.  

He’s restless and preoccupied:  You and your husband used to be attached at the hip but now he has no interest in going out and doing things with you.  Date nights keep getting rescheduled or straight up cancelled and he seems restless and preoccupied at home and leaves suddenly to “take care of something” at random intervals.  Your husband is showing classic signs of thinking of his new fling and by now, you've guessed it... your timber hitch knot has been improperly dressed for a long time and it’s slipped for sure!  Of course his behavior could be related to stress at work but it could very well be related to an affair.    

He’s withdrawing and the sex is different:  Does your husband still hold your hand?  Does he initiate physical contact between you?  Does he retreat when you initiate contact?  If the answer to these simple questions is yes, then you need to batten down the hatches, a storm is brewing!  He may have withdrawn emotionally as well, retreating from conversations and leaving you feeling like you can’t connect with him anymore.  If you’re still having sex, it may be briefer and less fulfilling OR his new fling may have him feeling like a sexier, turned- up version of himself and he may be more adventurous and passionate in bed!  Perhaps he’s learned a new trick or two!  Ok, Cookie, once you get past your husband’s new prowess and uncurl your toes, you may want to question where or from whom he has been receiving instruction.  By this time your relationship may be, sadly, adrift at sea.
 
Stem to stern check:  I always say that a woman’s intuition (and a little creative research) is an amazing tool!  If you vibe that there is a problem with infidelity it is very likely that your instincts are absolutely correct, right on point and dead on.  (If you don’t trust your instincts a good private investigator is an amazing tool as well.)  Finding out that your spouse is cheating is painful and way difficult, but imagine how much worse it would be if you were totally unaware of the situation.  Keep in mind that not every man behaves the same way when he cheats and there is no strict formula to this, and you may be able to salvage your marriage if you move swiftly… if reconciling after an affair is something that you can live with.  None of these clues or hints are definitive proof that your husband is cheating, and furthermore, I have no answers as every relationship is different and exists on its own set of standards, expectations and criteria.  Alas, it is up to you to make WayBeyondZ decisions that you can live with.  Here's to smooth sailing!  
 
“The truly scary thing about undiscovered lies is that they have a greater capacity to diminish us than exposed ones. They erode our strength, our self-esteem, our very foundation.”
― Cheryl Hughes

“What irritated me most in that entire situation was the fact that I wasn’t feeling humiliated, or annoyed, or even fooled. Betrayal was what I felt, my heart broken not just by a guy I was in love with, but also by, as I once believed, a true friend.”
― Danka V., The Unchosen Life