To The Man Who Marries Me

I talk a lot about perfection in my writing, and how there is no such thing as perfection. Lately, I was thinking that maybe there is such thing as perfection… but maybe it just isn’t what people expect it to be. We grow up learning that perfection in a relationship is basically never arguing, never getting jealous, never getting on each other’s nerves. I’m not sure how this interpretation of perfect love came to be, but maybe perfect love is the complete opposite.

I am not society’s vision of a perfect woman in any way, shape, or form. Therefore if you fall in love with me, and you marry me please don’t expect that things are going to be this unrealistic perception of love, that everyone claims exists. All of those things I listed above that wouldn’t be qualified as “perfect” love, are things that you can expect will happen if you marry me.

I am clingy. I am jealous. And you are going to drive me nuts every once, and awhile.

I don’t doubt for a second that some of my qualities will also drive you nuts. In one of the other articles I wrote, (“I Know There’s A Girl Out There”) I said that I wanted to see girls comfortable to be who they are. I wrote that “I wanted to see girls with pimples, freckles, and scars”… This is my ideal image of what perfect love would look like. It would look real. It wouldn’t be warped and changed to suit what perfect looks like to everyone else.

I think Taylor Swift puts my thoughts into clear, concise lyrics, “Our song is a slamming screen door, sneaking out late tapping on your window,”. These lyrics sum up that all love is different, and perfect in its own way. If this scares you… if being a real human being and arguing, and not getting along 100% of the time scares you, then you should probably walk away now. This isn’t a happily ever after fairy tale you read when you were a kid. This is life, and as you may or may not have realized at this point in your life.. it is more like a teeter-totter. You can expect feelings to come balanced but sometimes’s more this, than that. You cannot be happy all of the time.

You might be thinking “Wow, this sounds really shitty”, and I can honestly see how some people might view it that way. After-all we did grow up watching Cinderella, Beauty & The Beast, and other fairy tale movies portraying how all’s well and ends well. After-all we did grow up thinking that a little blemish on our face was disgusting, or that a little extra body weight was abnormal. Am I right?  Multiple Psychology tests have proven this vision of “perfect love” to be completely unrealistic, and perhaps even unhealthy.  To broaden your spectrum of view on “real love”, check this out: http://www.rebelcircus.com/blog/according-psychologists-couples-argue-love/

Will we be happy? Absolutely.

Just because it won’t be this unrealistic perception of “real love”, does not mean we won’t be happy. I expect you to respect me, and my feelings enough to be honest with me, and if that means you have to tell me I’m acting like an ass hole then fine – thank you. Thank you for being honest with me.

Will it be easy? No.

I am a blunt person. Sometimes words come out of my mouth so fast that it is hard to stop them. I am clingy but I also like my “me” time. Basically, you can take your vision of a “perfect” woman and you can probably say that I am the total opposite. I talk a lot, I care too much, I will tell you not to get flowers for me on Valentine’s Day and then be upset when I actually don’t get them. I am a real menstruating woman, a real person, with real “imperfections” (if you want to call them that).

I can’t promise you that I will be an unrealistic perception of perfect, I can’t promise you that I will be an unrealistic perception of a woman. I can promise you that what we will have will be something we will have to work on, something that we will have to build, and something that will grow. I can promise you that after everything… after the fights, and the differences of opinion, and me annoying the fuck out of you.. that I will love you as a real man. I don’t expect you to be Prince Charming. But I do expect your respect, and appreciation, and most of all your love in return.

If that is too much for you… if that scares you, then I’m sorry but it just won’t work.

 

Letter To Someone I May Have To Let Go

Dear (You Know Who You Are),

 

I’m writing because I have questions for you. You haven’t been in contact with me since that horrible day I needed you. An important person in my life took my secrets and truths and shared them with you. The presentation was horrific.

 

Our lives have always been unconventional, atypical.  Year after year, there was always a fortissimo of chaos. I went from innocence and ignorance to dissociation.

 

Repression, aggression, and depression seized my life.

 

Stagnation is the hallmark of our finite history. I strive to be free from those chains of trauma.

 

I yearn to make sense of the mess in my head. I don’t expect any of this to be without emotional pain. I don’t expect this to be blessedly quick, either.

 

I’ve already begun this journey for truth. There is no stopping me now. I only hope you can find your integrity and altruism.

 

Whatever happened, happened. It won’t hold me back anymore.

 

Things will never be the same for you and me. It is a bittersweet thought, one I am coming to terms with. You did what you could with what you had. You did what you shouldn’t because it was what you knew.

 

You’ve been silent like an empty, padded room.

 

You’ve been distant like an outline on the horizon.

 

Did those words produce hazy, fragmented pieces of the past?

 

What does your silence mean?

Sincerely,

A Woman Needing Closure

 

From a Former Mistress: You Deserve More

The Other Woman

Because I was born to be the other woman. Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything. -Lana Del Rey

 

Are some women born to be okay with sleeping with a man who has a wife? Who has children? I hear about it day after day and my question remains the same- Why? Why sleep with someone knowing that they are already someone else’s husband? What good can come of it? None. All that does is bring bad karma on you. I honestly don’t understand.

 

If you have read any of my other articles then you know that I have not been a miss goody-two-shoes, in fact I have been anything but.

 

I will admit that I have made out with guys that had girlfriends, for the simple fact I didn’t like their girlfriends. I even kissed a guy or two when I had a boyfriend.

 

I am not proud of who I used to be, I am not judging people who are sleeping with a married man but if you are, you are being an idiot. And a homewrecker.

 

Neither is right, but one is worse. Here’s what it boils down to, when two people get married, they start a family-they have a child, it’s an addition to the family.

 

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