“I never believed that such a sugar-coated tongue could feed me a pack of lies.”

The words kept ringing in my head. “You are nothing, not good enough. You can’t do anything, you are worthless.” These words occupied my subconscious mind. I couldn’t believe it, I had finally broken up with Stanley. A relationship that had gone on for 4 years! Stanley and I met when I was about graduating from secondary school and I thought he would be “the one” ( sigh; childish fantasies). Barely 3 months after we met, we started dating. I was head over heels, the whole ‘butterfly in my tummy’ experience. The relationship went smoothly for about a year and a half then the complaining began. “You don’t do this, you don’t do that, do you want me to go out there and cheat?”, he would threaten. My friends warned me to quit before I got burned but I turned deaf ears.

I should have read the signs,  Stanley was a ladies man. He would lie to my face, “they flock around me, I cannot help it”. Ironically, he was the jealous type. He went through my phone regularly and threw tantrums whenever he read friendly text messages from other guys. Things got worse when I began to see other ladies in his house. He would dish out numerous excuses, “she’s my colleague, my friend’s girlfriend, my ex-classmate”. At some point, he even claimed some of them as relations. I was blind or maybe I was just ignorant. I never believed that such a sugar-coated tongue could feed me a pack of lies.

At some point, I thought I was the problem. Maybe I needed to start using more make-up or wearing more fitted dresses, I thought. Poor Me! I was only worrying my pretty little head over a person that didn’t deserve a second of my time. Sadly, I didn’t know this until much later; then it was too late. In my ignorance, I became desperate to save our relationship. Continue reading →

Please enjoy this little story I got from a friend: “When I was a kid, Mum liked to make food for dinner & I remember one night in particular when she had made dinner after a long, hard day at work. On that evening, Mum placed a plate of bread, jam and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet, all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smiled at my Mum and asked me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my Mum apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said: “Honey, I love burned biscuits.” Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she’s really tired. And besides… A burnt biscuit never hurt anyone but harsh words do!” You know, life is full of imperfect things…and imperfect people. I’m not the best. What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing and lasting relationship. So…please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burnt one will do just fine! And please pass this along to someone who has enriched your life…I just did! Life is too short to wake up with regrets… Love the people who treat you right and have compassion for the ones who don’t. ENJOY LIFE NOW – IT HAS AN EXPIRY DATE” Bless u folks