Just A Few Random Thoughts...

I have written so many mushy posts about my man, yet I still have so much more to say...

I remember when he first told me he loved me, and asked me to trust him. I was hesitant, but I am so glad that I gave my heart to him. He has proven himself time and time again.

I'm in love, and I know I'm loved in return. He shows me every moment he gets. But people have different ways of loving people...Different ways of showing that special someone how they feel...

I know I'm loved because of the way he treats me...The consistency he gives me, and the small gestures he makes to reassure me that I am all the woman that he needs... I love him so much...

What is love to you?



The center where I mentor the teen girls had a plumbing disaster, and is closed for a few weeks. I may try to get the girls together somewhere else starting next week... Maybe I'll see if we can use one of the classrooms at my church...Hmmm

For some of them, I am the only stable person in their life to give them guidance and to show them that I care. All the sacrifices I make for them are worth it. They keep me grounded. They keep me humble and honest. Sometimes I think I need them just as much as they need me....

Why do people have kids, and don't want to take the time to take care of them?



When she walked into the house after a long day's work. She turned on the light switch...Nothing happened. She attempted to turn on another. Nothing. A few minutes later, he walks in. Everything he has on is new from head to toe ( as usual). It was all purchased with her money. He attempts to turn on the lights...Nothing....He turns around and walks out the door saying nothing, gets into his new ride that she pays for, and drives away. She calls me. We have become friends over the last couple of months. Our men are brothers, but are as different as night and day. She tells me the story. I sit there holding my head. It's too close to the first of the month for this...All of my bills are set up around the first. I plan it that way so I can get them out of the way. She cries...I listen. After I pay all my figure all my bills, there is something left. I take it to her. Now she has lights. Now I don't have the shoes I have been trying to get for two weeks now...Is it my fault...No...Can I live without them...I guess....Do I want to...NO! If she wants to be his "Suga Momma", that's her business. Just be able to take care of your bills first!

He came home. There were lights. He said nothing about them. Neither did she. She called and told me this. I got a little upset. How could she have a man in her house that she could not question about anything? Why was she so scared that he would be angry? Why was she so scared that he may leave?

She asked me not to tell my man. She was too embarrassed and she knew if my man said anything to his brother about it, he'd be angry at her. I told her we don't keep secrets...I told him. He got upset. He said that I shouldn't have done it. Told me that they will milk me dry if I let them. Told me that his brother is a nice person, but he uses people. Said if she wanted to be used, let her. But when she starts asking me for help to let him use her, it becomes his problem. I didn't know all of this was going on. He asked me not to give them money again. I agreed. He called his brother. Use me once, shame one you....Use me twice shame on ME...

She called me this morning crying. He didn't come home last night. She was upset because I told my man. Said that it was my fault. WTH? I told her, "Sweety, he was not with me last night, so I don't know how it could be my fault. My man is right here laying next to me. Don't blame me for your problems. Put the blame where it lies. On your man, and yourself for allowing him to do what he wants to you. If you continue to let him do what he wants and then go one like business as usual, he'll keep doing you wrong. So maybe you should be calling him instead of me.'" I politely hung up the phone and nestled back into my little space right next to my man...She's got some nerve blaming me for her mistakes, and I'm the reason she has lights right now...

Why do people go through so much just to have a mate?

Why do people feel it is better to have someone and be miserable than to be by yourself and be happy?