Seven Twenty Four Fifty Eight

I don’t say it enough

But I love you

You gave up so much for me

That I’d gladly give anything for you

You made me pretty and smart

enough to know that I can’t depend on it

You showed me how to cry when I’m hurt

and how to get over the pain

You gave me the strength to always fight

to know that I control who and what

I become

You not only gave me life but the  confidence

to always be myself

gave me the compassion to empathize and

sympathize and the temper to end any   argument

You’ve taught me so many things

throughout the years

Because of you I know how to be a mother

How to listen to lies with half an ear

but to love with my whole heart

You made me want to make you proud

You showed me the importance of giving

told me share my good fortune, to enjoy

my own company and to appreciate the little things

Of the many things that you gave me

my favorite thing is you.


Exorcising Leslie Wright

I admire the women that can remain friends with their exes, who continue to wish them well and gloss over the past but I am so not one of them. I do acknowledge that I’m an excellent friend to men. Even to men that I’ve been romantically involved with I’m a great package; I’m a good cook, I LOVE sports, I’m attractive, confident, intelligent, and a good friend.  For all that I joke that the men I date consider me to be Leslie Wright, from the film Just Wright (if you haven’t seen it check it out) most men don’t automatically place me in the friend category. Usually it’s quite the opposite. However I have just been contacted by an ex, one who never had my heart just my body, and two Facebook messages later I realized that I am not friends with any of my exes. I remember being determined not to like him but he crept under my defenses and I eventually grew to like him but when it was over I didn’t regret it. So now I wonder if that’s because we weren’t friends in the first place.

Don’t get me wrong when I’m in a relationship I am very devoted, occasionally very loving and all about compromising for our mutual happiness. But I know now that I have not always been friends with the men I’ve been involved with; and I can’t help but question whether that’s a reflection of them or me.