
To all the mothers -a/k/ a Superwomen- who read my blog, enjoy your day!
~~Cheers!

To all the mothers -a/k/ a Superwomen- who read my blog, enjoy your day!
~~Cheers!
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.

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 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.

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.
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