Married Women Throwing Shade at Singles – A Bone To Pick

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Today’s post inspired by —

A long-time girlfriend (19 years) who recently invited me on a trip – NEXT YEAR to Soul Beach Music Festival in Aruba.

As usual, she prefaced her invitation with “it’s really for couples but” and then added you can always bring ‘Danielle’ if you want to.”

I thought to myself – #1, you’re inviting me to a ‘couples only’ event for what? Because you feel guilty about excluding me from your life based on my relationship status? Why bother? One thing I accept is that all relationships have boundaries. If I see you once a year and talk to you five, there’s still no love lost. I accept the limits of our friendship.

And #2, you tell me who to bring – another long-time female friend of mine whom you’ve met once or twice? What if I wanted to bring someone else who your husband might find attractive? Or better yet, a man?

Perhaps I’m going off on a tangent here, but I don’t think I’ll ever understand the dynamic/ shift that occurs when some women get married.

My first thought on women who cut of their single friends after marriage is their actions wreak of insecurity. But there’s more to that.

—Maybe their husbands flirt with their still-single friends (and/or other women) and they have trust issues.

—Maybe they don’t want hubby hanging out with HIS single friends.

—Maybe some women submit to controlling, insecure women who don’t approve of them spending time with unmarried women (or anyone besides them).

Or — on a more positive note, perhaps some couples just feel more comfortable being around people with similar interests – in marriage.

But in that case, don’t bother calling single girlfriends only when you’re upset and ready to hang out and/or creep (this isn’t the case in this instance) or preface all invitations with “this is really a couples event.”

 

Has anyone else experienced this? Do you generally find that married women distance themselves from single women once they tie the knot? Why do you think this is? Have you found that they call you again when their relationship is on the fritz, or when they have some ‘side business?’ Please chime in.

An newly engaged friend who heads up the wedding site http://www.BlackBridalBliss.com wrote a piece on this subject here.

 

 

Late August Virgo

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I’ve been gone for a minute, so I think it’s only fair that I come back with a treat for you – a picture a poem!! This picture is from 2012. I’m on stage performing erotic poetry in Brooklyn, NY! Yea boiii!! But before I digress — instead of sharing the poem I performed that night (Late August Virgo), I’m sharing a poem the subject wrote for me. He’s a late August Virgo.

It Was All A Dream

It was late when we first met

I would say around 12:15

We kinda just ran into each other, you were doin you, I was doin me

You were looking for some directions and I happen to know how to get to your destination

Next thing I knew we were at the local diner

Our small talk quickly turned into a full blown conversation

The attraction was strong

I wanted to know everything about you

It was clear to both of us that something was brewing

 

You caught me at such a perfect time in my life

At a time where the edge of a cliff was a comfortable place to pitch a tent and rest my head

Normally everyday was Halloween for me

But today I decided it was time to throw away my mask

So I was open

And you loved me for that

 

You could read my mind

You heard my wishes

Me wishing there was no such thing as time when I was with you

Or at least that the 1 was an 11 and that I actually had 2 more hours to spend with you as I looked down at my cell phone

A wish that as we pulled up to my house, you would be coming inside with me that night

 

You looked me in the eyes

It was like you were looking in the mirror because everything my eyes told you, you were also feeling

It  scared you at first but you were comfortable with me

You said I made you feel free

So I kissed you

A kiss that triggered your fingers to introduce themselves to my spot

Which gave my lips the ok to travel to yours

You rubbed my head, then you rubbed my HEAD

I smiled with satisfaction as I reached for your pants

You stopped me an looked deeply into my soul

I felt it in my spine as I looked back into your big brown eyes

I was now the one looking in the mirror

The one who could read minds

 

No need for words to be exchanged at that moment

I knew what you wanted, what we wanted

 

The car door opened

I grabbed your hand and pulled you close to me

It began to rain but It couldn’t be a more beautiful night to us

We continued to kiss until the rain was too strong to bear anymore

The water falling from the sky and the water falling down your thigh let us both know It was time

We held hands as we ran up the stairs to my place

While inserting my key into the lock a flash of lightning illuminates the sky

Followed by the loud sound of thunder

Then the buzz of my alarm clock

 

Opening my eyes I am greeted by the smile of the sun between the cracks of my blinds

I shake my head in disbelief as I smile back

Laying in my bed I realize…       It Was All A Dream

READERS: What do you make of this poem?? I know what I think!! Hmmm.

It’s Funny How – In The Midst of Crisis

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It’s funny how, in the midst of crisis – the gripping kind that jolts you awake in the middle of the night to heart palpitations and sucks the air out of your windpipe – you think about getting over to “the other side.”

Even with stress-triggered acid and bacteria gnawing through your intestines, you repeat these mantras:

 

This too shall pass.

If He brought me to it, He will bring me through it.

The sun will come out tomorrow.

God don’t give us nothing we can’t handle.

I can’t worry about things that I can’t control.

(Insert Serenity Prayer here.)

If you’re going through hell, keep going.

Things always work out.


And you pray they will. Soon.

It’s funny how, when you feel like you’re suffocating in the midst of crisis, you think ahead to the hopefully not so distant future when your burdens have been lifted, grasping the light of laughter when possible – unless you commit to yourself that it’s the end of the world.

Ride the waves. Enjoy the highs, and the restful nights. Love and laughter. Crises are inevitable. Survival is “the other side.” Pray. Take Action. Survive. Thrive. (Repeat.)