The Art of Submission

Don’t get too excited, there won’t be any whips and chains in this post! What is Submission exactly? Somewhere along the way, we have all created our personal definition for the term so I’ll give my opinion. Submission isn’t summed up to a woman being at a man’s beck and call. It comes as a result of love, trust, and a desire to please. For the longest time, I didn’t believe in love so the thought of submitting myself to a man was ludicrous. When I finally did fall in love, there was a sense of vulnerability which allowed me to submit myself to him willing.

Help Him Help You

I’ve noticed men are habitually criticized for laziness, being deadbeats, unfaithfulness, etc. It’s not so often we see women praising the men that are working two jobs so she can go to school, enlisted in the Army to give her and their children a better life, or has given her $50,000 to start the business of her choice. About 75% of women would say these men don’t exist, I beg to differ. I’d say they are far and few in between, but they aren’t extinct.

First and foremost, if you’re in a relationship or still sleeping with this man you’re claiming is the scum of the Earth, save it, your slander is null and void. This means you aren’t aware

Domestic Violence Awareness

Domestic violence, whether physical or verbal, is agonizing. The amount of damaged inflicted on the victim is indescribable, often times, incurable. While there’s many reasons abusers manipulate their partner through domestic violence, none of them makes it acceptable. You don’t deserve to be violated and disrespected, he’s insecure, battling his own demons, and taking it out on you. It has nothing to do with how well the meat was for dinner or the fact that you got home a little late to finish something at work. The only way to ensure it never happens again is to leave.

Why women chose to stay? There’s no theory to this questions and leaving isn’t as simple as it may sound. Some women stay out of fear of being alone, being killed or hope that he’ll

Return of the Ex

We all hesitate a bit when an ex send random “I miss you” text messages. For some it’s easy to brush off with a simple “oh” (which is my favorite comeback), then for some, it’s not as simple. Every now and then we actually miss them back or perhaps we’re still single and a little lonely. Your response to that text will tell him or her if there’s chance of sliding back into your good graces or if they should just leave well enough alone. Depending on the reason behind the break-up, we contemplate an invitation to catch up for old time sakes, even if deep down we know eventually we’re going to regret it later.

The Wife Vs. The Other Woman

The Wife

It’s 2 a.m. and the opposite side of your bed is vacant and cold. You've sent the “where are you” and “what time will you be home” text messages hours ago and still haven't gotten a reply. Your phone calls are being answered by a voicemail and you've left so many messages that the box has reached its maximum capacity. Nerves have your stomach hurting so bad you don’t know if your dinner is going to come up or out. You want to believe that your husband, boyfriend or significant other is out with his friends, locked up or possibly in a car accident because you're too naïve to bear the truth.

You're angry, but with whom? Him for not cherishing what the two of you have enough to remain faithful and come home at a decent hour? Are you pissed with her because even

All The Single Ladies...

Are you single? Yeah, me too. Once again it’s “cuffing season” and I'm looking forward to cold, lonely nights with a glass of wine and Netflix. Confession: I can get a man… I just can’t keep him. Don’t dare judge me, plenty of women have this issue but very few are willing to admit it. For a relationship to work, you must have communication, honesty, and outstanding sex (among other things) but for it to last, you have to be vulnerable, in which, I won’t tolerate. Some call it bitter, scorned, or damaged. I call it foolish!

Struggle Breeds Stength

As a child, I never thought about what occupation I wanted to pursue until I wrote my first story called The Magic Unicorn in fifth grade. Ms. Davenport told me my vivid imagination would make me rich. Growing up, we imagine so much for our lives, not anticipating all the roadblocks and delays we’ll come across. As we get older, we notice that this thing call life is anything but easy and there’s absolutely no way to prepare for all of the storms that’ll come our way. However, I've learned that no matter how bad things get, nothing and no one is going to stop and wait for you to catch up.