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Love Without Fear…


They say it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Hmmm, makes me wonder if I have I ever really been in love? I don’t know, after all, each time I think I’m in love and give it a shot, it has just exploded. Yes, I’ve tried to give love a chance, but what does that really mean? What I remember most are the sick feelings in my stomach wondering when my husband would come home, who he was with, how much money he spent that we didn’t have, if he was still angry…

Anyway, how do two people know when they are in love? Is it the butterflies in their stomachs? Is it the pitter patter of their hearts? Is it how much or how little they have in common? Is it what one can offer the other…emotional support, financial security, children? I can tell you one thing for sure…if it’s real love, there shouldn’t be fear. One should not fear the one they love. One should not feel the need to walk on eggshells or hide from the truth of what happens behind closed doors.

I see my parents and think what they have is real love, but I have yet to find it. Sure my parents bicker, get upset, and time and again hurt each other’s feelings, but there is no jealousy, rage, control or resentment in their relationship. They respect each other enough to talk things through. They are sincere when they apologize to each other. They live their lives for each other and not for anyone or anything else.

My parent’s met on a blind date back in the days when relationships were respected and courtship was something to be cherished. My Aunt arranged a meeting for them one of the nights my Mom and she played bingo. The moment my Dad saw my Mom, he fell absolutely head over heals for her. He knew that he was going to marry her. They dated for a while and always accompanied by my uncle. You see, back then, when a man courted a woman, they had to be escorted. My parents both came from large families and they too wanted to have a big family. When they were only able to conceive one child, they didn’t ask the Lord why or build resentment towards one another, instead they were grateful for the love they shared and lived the very best they could. They let no obstacle come between their love.

When I imagine what love is…I think of the bond that two people have whether they are together or apart. It is knowing, without saying, what the other needs. It is doing for the other just because and not for what one will get in return. It is about making sacrifices for one another and meeting each other in the middle when you don’t see eye to eye. It’s doing what you say you are going to do. It’s where one’s strengths help balance the other’s weaknesses. It’s growing together as individuals and in partnership. It’s cherishing that person, not taking them for granted. It’s how the two work “together” to get through the tough times, making the relationship stronger. It’s about two people becoming one.

I’m not giving up on love. One day, I’ll meet the one who cherishes me, accepts the love I offer, respects me and laughs at my jokes. I’ll meet someone that I can just be in a room with and not have to say a word and know that everything is okay because we are in each other’s lives. Someday, I’ll finally get to feel what is real love…love without fear and puts a real smile on my face.

Stay True to Yourself


Sharing my story has been one of the most humbling experiences ever. I say this because every time I share, I learn something else about myself. I’m not talking about just that one horrific night I faced death. I’m talking about my life leading up to that moment and my life after.

Never thought about needing to understand myself until I was repeatedly asked, “How did you end up in another abusive relationship? Didn’t you learn the first time or are you just an asshole magnet?” Over this last year, I’ve been putting together the pieces of my life, learning who I am and understanding why I’ve made certain decisions have shown me that I’m just a “real” person. I’ve learned that I have a big heart and therefore, driven by my emotions. I look for the good in people no matter what. I am faithful, loyal and most of all, I have a great desire to help others. Because I am driven by my emotions, I also learned that I have little tolerance for behavior that hurts and this brings out the worst in me. I say the worst because this is when my wall of defense goes up. I’m very protective of the ones I love and hurt more when the ones I love hurt me. It’s been difficult, but I’ve learned that having healthy boundaries helps me keep my emotions in balance making it easier to maintain a positive light on life. I don’t have to accept behavior that hurts, but dealing with it is something so very new to me. Depending on the situation and the people involved, I either temporarily shut down or I stand up and defend.

I’m all about treating others the way I want to be treated and firmly believe that if we all just lived by this motto, the world would be a much better one to live in. Fear, lack of confidence in one’s self, envy and ignorance are some of the main root causes which leave us with a lack of better judgment.

We talk about that fact that the perfect match doesn’t exist. When in fact, this just means it’s finding that someone that gets you because they too possess the qualities that are important to you. I’m not talking about things like the color of their hair, I’m talking about what is genuine about them and what is genuine about you. The things that define you as a person, should also define your life partner. For example, good moral character, spiritual, loyal, trusting, respectful, ambitious, strong work ethic, passionate, loving and humble. These are genuine qualities important to me. Understanding the person I am has also helped me understand my life and relationships. You see, there are things that are important to me and in both of my marriages, I settled for less. This may sound harsh, but when I actually took the time to write down what was important to me, both husbands did not possess all these qualities and those qualities they lacked were the very reasons my marriages failed. I did not stay true to myself. I was fighting my hardest to prove to them that they were the center of my life. Which I now realize that was the problem. I should not have been trying so hard to “prove” anything. I was giving the relationship exactly what I was expecting from it…and that should have been enough.

If you are just starting your life or, for that matter, starting over like me, take the time to write down what is important to you so that you will never forget. Don’t settle for anything less than that which is important to you. You might think that perfect person doesn’t exist, but remember “stay true to yourself” and you will find that “perfect” person.