I was all set to write articles for this site, mostly about my bad dating experiences. That’s what I blog about in my every free waking second. I write about ex boyfriends’ becoming carnies, and faking brain tumors. Going to the skate park while on House arrest, cheating on you by getting another chick drunk with the booze I PURCHASED, and sleeping with her. I find throughout my dating history I tend to choose the men who use me for everything, and leave me with nothing. I am seriously one bad date away from 30 pugs. I have one named Elizabeth Taylor because I am a die-hard Sex and the City fanatic, and I am thinking I need more.
The thing is, I’ve learned. I have a vast majority of knowledge that I try to share with the world. Now I know what I refuse to tolerate, and I finally do what most women don’t.
I love, and respect myself.
That’s the problem in society today, women don’t love themselves. They allow themselves to be beaten, or talked to like they are sub- par human beings. They continuously allow themselves to not fee beautiful, and it saddens me. I know I’m guilty of it as well as the next person, but respect yourself by knowing what you deserve.
It wasn’t until that exact moment that Skater-boy, as I call him, looked me right in the eye and told me he was going to the skate park. The only thing I asked of him the WHOLE time we were together was NOT to go to the skate park while being on house arrest. It’s a lot to ask I know. We were sitting in his car when he looked right at me, and said “I’m going to the Skatepark while on house arrest. Are you coming?”
In that exact moment almost 3 years ago when he said that, that something finally clicked in my head. It was like my “ah-ha” moment, and I swear it was the longest moment of my life. I looked at him, got out of the car, and walked into mine. It was that moment that changed my entire thought process completely. I realized that if I stayed in that car with him, I would never love myself. Of course I cried, and pleaded to work on shit, but in that moment I finally started to love myself.
It’s been a slow process to get where I am today. Today I am the outspoken female who is hammered at the bar, but this time I’m not bitching about my boyfriend. This time I’m there telling people how it is, and why they are the way they are. I can talk for hours about the vicious cycle of abuse; or the stories of people that survive abusive relationships. I spend hours listening to people, because it’s what I love to do. I have dating stories for days, and will gladly listen to anybody. So I had a thought.
I’m going to write a bunch of topics, but really I would like to hear some of your stories, and give you my thoughts. I’ve got 2 years of psychology under my belt, and yes I’m not licensed, but
I’m still an ear. I can give out advice to the best of my experiences, but trust me when I say I
understand better than you think. I ended up in therapy because of a man, and I know how it feels to hit the bottle when you hit rock bottom.
I’m going to throw out my email if you want advice. I’ll reply and write it. Don’t spam me, or be a weirdo. Sammaysam55555@gmail.com, and I’ll write what I think. It could be fun. I’ll edit it, and share because you aren’t alone. You’ll be surprised how much you can help people.
Until next time, one love.