My only aspiration is to find someone who I can escape into.
Someone true who doesn’t drag me down but, makes me better than I already am on my own.
Someone who will truly be my remedy, and hold my hand when this world gets cruel.
-Kbeautifulmind
My only aspiration is to find someone who I can escape into.
Someone true who doesn’t drag me down but, makes me better than I already am on my own.
Someone who will truly be my remedy, and hold my hand when this world gets cruel.
-Kbeautifulmind
At the beginning everyone is there…
But, life goes on.
Life goes on for everyone…
Even if it doesn’t go on for you…
Find acceptance.
-Kbeautifulmind
Keep going.
The pain will pass.
I know it’s hard…
I know the tunnel seems long…
I know the tunnel is dark…
I know the tunnel makes you feel frightened…
I know it feels like you will never get to the other end…
I know it seems like the light is too far away…
But, keep going.
The pain will pass.
-Kbeautifulmind
One of the hardest things on this earth for me, is seeing people suffer.
I want to help EVERYONE.
I want to help all of those I love that are in pain.
I want to help strangers, when I come across them and see that they are in pain.
Shoot… I want to help the people I see on “TV” that are in pain.
But, I know that I can’t help everyone.
I can’t heel everyone.
But maybe, just maybe…
My words will encourage as many people as possible.
Hang in there ya’ll.
Whatever it is, even if it doesn’t seem like it…
It WILL pass.
As long as you don’t give up!
Tonight I received another “critic”
One of my readers asked me…
“Why are you so bitter about your last relationship?
I understand cheating is wrong, but do you ever think that maybe he just didn’t love you anymore?”
I don’t want to sound mean but, you really need to move on and let him be happy!”
Now I wasn’t going to respond to this, because obviously my “reader” is not a big fan of my writing…
But, eh why not?
So…
I’d like to start by defending myself a little and state that I have moved on.
I am very proud to say that I have taken it into my own hands and forgave him for all of the pain he caused me.
To tell you the truth, I’ve never been happier. Honest to god!
However, I understand why my post about infidelity make me seem “bitter.”
So let me address it for you.
I am not bitter, and the pain I had felt was not because, he no longer “loves” me.
Also in my defense, I have never done anything to bother him, or hold him back from his happiness.
When I think of a cheater, I think of a student glancing at her/his notes under the desk very quickly because she can’t seem to remember the term she studied about for hours!
I think of a card player winning a game of Black Jack only because he counted the cards.
You see, this action that ruins relationships between two people who have promised a commitment to each other isn’t “cheating.”
This action is more like…
Lying, betrayal, disrespect, abuse, broken, murder, selfishness, and of course weakness.
So, my dear reader…
The pain I or ANYONE has felt after being “Cheated” on isn’t a reaction of “not wanting to move on” OR not accepting that maybe he “just didn’t love me anymore.”
If I am being honest, I think I’ll never know if he actually loved me.
I know he loved the idea of me?
I just don’t believe you can intentionally hurt someone when you love them.
You don’t kill the persons trust for you when you love someone.
When you truly LOVE, you don’t intentionally hurt the person in the same way more than once.
As I was saying…
Cheating is so painful because it makes the one being cheated on feel like they were at fault.
You see…
You fall in love with someone who could never and has never loved you back.
You make excuses, you defend, and you protect this person.
You FIGHT with all your might to try to convince not only those around you but, YOURSELF that he/she is better than how they are representing themselves.
You fight for the good you see in them, until the ugly over powers you and smacks you down on your ass.
Then…
You feel like an idiot.
You feel stupid, low, ashamed, and embarrassed.
You begin to regret all the chances you gave them, and start asking yourself… ‘What were you thinking?”
You are left there to pick up the pieces up on your own.
It ends up being all on you to accept the apology you might never receive, to forgive someone who doesn’t need your forgiveness, and to forget.
Now, I don’t mean forget as in forget about the person… because once you’ve seen how bad they are for you, that is not so hard.
But, forget as in forget all the fight you gave, only to lose.
I never thought of myself as a woman who makes bad choices…
So, when I was left alone to accept that this time around I had…
I guess it tends to make you a bit “bitter” so you say.
So to answer your question…
“I am not “bitter” about getting “cheated” on, I am disappointed I fought for something that wasn’t worth fighting for and that is what my posts are about.
-Kbeautfiulmind
Today I realized that I am a “chance” taker.
I take chances.
Mostly emotionally, but I take chances.
I wear my heart on my sleeve and I try to always see the very best in every single person I come across.
I am not sure what it is but, I believe that everyone comes into our lives for a reason.
It might not always be a good reason, but in the end…
there is always a reason.
Putting myself out there works, for me.
I do not allow my pride to hold me back…
I feel, and I express it loudly with out a care in the world.
If you hurt me, you’ll know.
If you make me happy, you’ll know.
If I am angry, you’ll know.
and sadness,
oh sadness…
it’s probably one of my most painful faces I can show.
My tears are there, and the pain pokes out my clothes.
Not only can you see my emotions, but if you are close enough…
you can feel them.
But I can say it works for me, this is how I live.
I don’t pretend, I can’t.
I’m real, I’m raw, and sometimes it’s ugly…
but everyone has an ugly.
I don’t wait, at least not anymore.
I use to wait, hide, shield…
My mom would tell me… “Smile, wipe those tears and smile. Do not let others see your weakness.”
Many times she’d say “Ay Kelsey, you are too sensitive.”
As I grew I learned how to compose my emotions (Don’t worry I don’t walk around in public crying or something like that…)
I do smile, but I allow myself to feel and express myself first.
I approach the situation how I feel is correct or will work for me.
Once I’ve done that; I can finally breathe, look forward, and move on.
Therefor…
I take chances, and I am finally accepting that.
I am okay with this.
I know that sometimes I WILL get exactly what I want from taking these chances…
but,
sometimes…
Sometimes, I will get hurt.
Sometimes the outcome just won’t be what I wanted.
Sometimes I won’t get what I was hoping for.
and sometimes, or many times…
I will be disappointed.
I am okay with this.
Because I can at least live, knowing I took the chance that my heart told me to take.
Today I realized that I am a “chance” taker.
I take chances.
But, I actually live.
If I died tomorrow, I would go in peace knowing that I actually lived…
How many people can actually say that?
Some people die a long time before their hearts stop beating, I refuse to be one of them.
-Kbeautifulmind
I still laugh at the day it happened.
So much cowardly in one phone call.
Promising me that with time we would meet again, that someday our love would continue.
I rememeber laughing that day as you stated your pathetic promise of “we will meet again,” as you used it to justify your decision to throw it all away.
What you didn’t rememeber is what kind of woman you had been with, what kind of woman you had known for over so many years…
I already knew you and what you were capable of.
I knew everything you did to the girl before me,
and I knew what you had done to me.
I already knew about her.
I knew I was being replaced.
Yet I played along and said,
“Yeah, maybe we will. The world is round for a reason right?”
I still laugh at the day it happened, because even though I listened…
I was praying our paths would never cross again.
-Kbeautifulmind
*Old piece I never posted:)
To be able to write about the pain, is more than others can do.
Most people can’t ever speak of it, or face it again.
They lose touch, or emotion towards what happened.
They grow silent, bitter, angry…
and no one can seem to understand why?
They bury it.
To write of the pain, and speak of the hate you feel…
It’s brave…
and a *privilege not many are blessed with.
-Kbeautifulmind
You either get swallowed up by trauma, or you try and regain your life from it.
It’s up to you.
-Kbeautifulmind
You can’t get through the pain by smiling through it, you have to work through it.
You have to face it,
and find peace with it.
Let the pain rest in peace.
-Kbeautifulmind
What was it like…
having the power to pull all the strings, and convince me that I was dancing?
-Kbeautifulmind