From Elite Daily Website: A Mature Woman Doesn’t Make Her Man Jealous, But Others Jealous Of Him

I came across this blog post on Elite Daily – I had to share it. I was manipulated this way by a partner, and it was traumatizing and damaging overall to my head. It doesn’t matter at this point, I am doing the work to defeat this mental trauma, but its helpful for my journey, and on this site that’s what matters.

We can be so lost in the idea of loving someone that we will protect their lying because we will lose our ability to choose ourselves, over the love we want to believe is real. There’s reasons for this I have yet to understand, but what I do know is I personally spent over a year allowing my way of life, values, and joy to be corrupted by love – its my fault for believing them. I allowed another human being to cheapen the only thing left that I trusted – that love can never lose if its real. For someone like myself, vulnerability has been at the center of everything I believe in. This experience taught me that love is beautiful, but we can’t place ourselves with just anyone, even if that means we have to admit they are not the “one” we’ve been waiting for. I won’t allow skeptics to tell me the poetry around loving someone is fiction, no one can remove that from me. If I allow for the excavation of my passion, then everything I do will become less than what is suppose to be – writing, music, laughter, the way I hold my sons. I will love again, its too wonderful not to. Next time I will make sure my energy is not used for the cheap seats of validation, attention, and games. That when the voice in me speaks 1,000 truths I will have the courage to stand up and say, NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO.

We will accept dishonesty when we’re addicted to love and allow toxic relationships to inhabit our individual self, while being blinded by an idea. Insecure people will use jealousy tactics to control their partners which is also a form of Love Addiction, maybe the worst kind. When we make our partners feels crazy its just wrong – it creates real damage. When we gaslight, and make our person feel like there is something wrong with them, its inhumane.

 – Gaslighting is a form of psychological manipulation in which a person seeks to sow seeds of doubt in a targeted individual or in members of a targeted group, making them question their own memory, perception, and sanity.

I have begun learning about love addiction to better understand relationships, especially my own issues with attachment patterns. The original article was written by Lauren Martin, here

A Mature Woman Doesn’t Make Her Man Jealous, But Others Jealous Of Him

But, I love you… that’s why my arm was wrapped around another man.

We’ve all done it. Admit it. We’re self-sabotaging machines who like to take a good thing and ruin it with evil plans and diabolical scheming. We’ve all texted a guy, danced with a man or flirted with a boy just to make him look.

We’ve all done the absolute stupidest thing in the world in the belief it was the smartest move. We’ve all tried to make our men jealous, and it’s blown up in all our faces.

Since we were old enough to know what the green monster looked like, we’ve had a knack for trying to bring him out. We just want to watch him emerge, and then make him leave when he starts to scare us.

But jealousy is just like cheap fabric — it seems like a good deal, but then quickly unravels. You can’t sustain a relationship on easy tricks and bad ploys.

You don’t make drama to make a relationship. You’re supposed to be getting away from that stuff, not stirring it up every time you’re together.

I know it’s hard, but you have to stay away from the glittery idea of making him green. I know it’s fun to try and twist him around your finger (before he can try and put you under his thumb), but at the end of the day, it’s not where you’ll want him.

You want a man whom you respect, who stands next to you — not under you. You want a relationship without games and drama, but stability and trust.

Part of growing up is learning jealousy is a kid’s game and like child’s play, someone almost always ends up hurt and crying.

Because girls make their men jealous — women make them proud to be standing next to them.

Women find their worth in themselves; girls, in the opinion of random men.

Attention — you can’t sustain yourself on it.

Like those sugary treats you loved as a kid, you’re supposed to grow out of them and find other, more wholesome things, to fill up on. There’s no real value in the stares and empty promises of random men.

You must find your sustenance somewhere else because attention fades and the only thing that lasts is the opinion you hold of yourself.

Women are secure in their relationship; girls try to secure another date.

One of the major benefits of a relationship is the break from the games. No longer do you go out looking for men, but revel in the notion of knowing you have one back at home waiting for you. You can finally scrap the rehearsed lines and the tight jeans and just be real.

It’s a nice feeling and one that shouldn’t be ruined by trying to prove something to yourself — or him.

Women support their men; girls shove other men in his face.

Just because he intimidates you or you’re insecure in the relationship doesn’t mean he’s immune to all your evil tricks and games. Just because you put him on a pedestal doesn’t mean he’s not bound to fall off.

Women value honesty; girls lie to get him interested.

A relationship, like a house, crumbles when built on a faulty foundation. There’s no faultier material than dishonesty. Like jealousy, lies are a cheap ploy to reel him in, but are never strong enough to hold him there.

A woman knows being upfront at the start is the only way to create something lasting past the superficial chit-chat and flashy exterior.

Women bring their men up; girls make them feel bad when they’re down.

A wise woman understands she has the power to bring men up, not just down. A girl knows she can seduce a man, get him to do things for her, and watch him devote his life and attention to her whims and desires.

She knows, better than anyone, the power of the pussy is, indeed, real. But a smart woman doesn’t succumb to the temptation of it. She wants a partner, not a slave.

Women give a sh*t; girls pretend like they don’t.

It takes more courage to be honest. It’s not weak or shameful to admit how you feel — it’s the sign of a mature woman.

Hiding your feelings, bottling them up only to express them in destructive, immature ways is the sign of a scared little girl. Pretending like you don’t care may seem like a cool way to act, but it’s only going to keep you further away from what you really want.

Admitting how you feel, being open and honest about your intentions, isn’t a defeat, but a sign of maturity.

“The sickness in others is not a burden to carry”

Temple

The two drink hangover is a new phenomenon in my experience. For once I opted to leave early, take the exit to ensure a quality nights sleep before my early morning class the next day. In the past I would allow the moment to pass by me, knowing I should leave  but opting for curiosity – a continuation to explore what the night might bring.

The evening was relaxed –  I needed the drink and chat to come down from a five hour round trip car ride through the mountains of North Carolina, then back home to Tennessee – a perfect day for a drive. I met a couple of friends I haven’t seen in over a year at Public House. I bonded with her last summer, and felt our time together could bring more than it had  – energy not living up to its full potential – deeper friends. They are both good people, working tirelessly to figure out there love dynamic – what they are, want, or need. We chewed on relationships, I gave my verbal dance of opinion, felt a bit over cooked after the exchange but a text today made me realize I was over thinking it. When I get around people in public spaces my hands and arms get active – I begin to feel like a magician whose trying too hard to sound smart. And I’m trying to figure out my own head space for love. The times shared felt good though  – a safe space with untamed energy bubbling underneath potent honesty.

Earlier in the day I took my sons to a Sikh Temple (Gurdwara) where we sat with friends listening to music, and a sermon. I sat next to an elder, not sure if thats what to call him. He translated the sermon in my right ear, and the lyrical themes from the two musicians who came in from Chattanooga. He is a kind man, gracious in his delivery – understanding I had no real clue what was taking place. Other than a few political science and religious courses in college, I didn’t have much to latch onto for what was taking place – I was disarmed in my pride around ignorance. I asked him where he was from, he had a puzzled look on his face. He said “I am from here, came here in 95” “But I was born in India”. Being the person I am, for a moment I felt bad, like I had offended him – but once I reminded myself that it was ok to ask that question, it was ok to not know anything about the Temple. In this mind set I was able to see it from unfettered eyes.  Everyone treated us like family, hugging my children as their own.

When you enter the Gurdwara (residence of the guru)  you take off your shoes and cover your head to show respect. My sons never questioned it, just followed my lead. After the sermon, large bowels with prasad (similar to cookie dough) were passed around – a blessed food received with cupped hands as a gift from God. We had three helpings, and others shared more with us – my kids loved it. After the sermon we all walked downstairs to eat together. The food was dynamic, enriching, and whole, not vegan but vegetarian – potatoes, rice, garbanzo beans, and other things.

All together we were at the Temple for five hours. In the past three months I have been to three different kinds of Sunday worship – Universalist, Christian, and Sikhism. I’m looking for it, ready to engage in a self that has deeper meaning, one that will vacate the notions of singularity – the hope that through God, or the universe, my intent as a human being will find a true sense of the word love. Going inward toward discipline feels better than continuing the wild notions of nothing.

One Shake To Go

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It was Black Friday – there we were in a sea of locals getting ready to watch the annual lighting of the Christmas tree ceremony. In all the years I’ve lived in Knoxville this was my first time. Not sure why in the 14 years I’ve  lived here I’ve never made it – Especially since the house is a short drive away.  We parked at my folx new condo just outside the central downtown area. Taking the short walk up the hill it felt really good to be in the mild air, faint raindrops started coming down as we took our stroll though the holiday festivities. Since it was raining we hopped in The Pharmacy for one chocolate/vanilla shake to go, we share’d it. My sons are very well behaved, you can take them anywhere and they just hang out – no fuss, no problems. A new friend met up with us just before the lights went on. We stood behind the tree on Gay st – the main show was in Krutch Park, in front of the tree, but I knew getting in the crowded mix with my little dudes wouldn’t be worth it for us. We just wanted to be close and have room to breathe. As soon as the lights went on the fireworks started raging. We all jumped out of our shoes. I had no clue they did fireworks and we were directly underneath them. The volume of each ricochet reverberated between the buildings, bouncing like a metal ball with military rhythm – Valley was scared. I held my hands over his ears for the show, pulling him close to me so he knew we were ok. At one point both of my sons clung onto me like  a gift that needed to be wrapped, it wasn’t scary but the tension was enough to bring our love together. I felt larger than life being their Father, hip even, solid like a rock. They are my guys, we are a family and I’m grateful I belong with them. Kids aren’t for everyone,  and I get that, but I can’t imagine being able to feel what I feel with them if I wasn’t a parent.

After the ceremony we strolled to the old city for east coast style pizza pie at Davincis – super clutch food for the moment. The four of us split a large pepperoni, laughing and replaying how loud the fireworks sounded. Truth be told, I’m not much for the loud banging noises. Not sure when it started, there’s something odd about a bunch of people gathering for this type of stimulus. I’m glad we went though, it gave us a reason to be in the center of the holiday spirit – People everywhere, families in the south doing what they do.

Living in a small town has always been on my old guy to do list. I picture a small loft above a hardware store, next to the local diner where everyone knows your name. I sit in my space writing, recording music, then popping around the block to catch up on the daily hellos, maybe walking my pup, or catching a coffee with my person. I never thought of Knoxville this way until last night. It’s a small city with support so it feels bigger. While it has a real vibrancy to it, you’ll see familiar faces every time you navigate an event. Its cool, feels tight knit and communal.

Our Thanksgiving found us starting a new tradition with our family friends. We’ve known them for years, but have yet to really get into the center of each other’s lives for the holiday spirit – that all changed this year. The atmosphere was comfortable, effortless, without forcing the issue. It helps when the people you’re bonding with are interesting, bringing an equal half of the conversation coin. You can feel love-growing, friendships that go beyond the small time chatter – A genuine care for each other’s welfare, freed from any one person trying to be the center of everyone’s attention. They had never met my sons, so it was nice to finally bring such a big part of my life into the circle.

There’s a security that comes with being a parent. Yes it’s hard and can be complicated, especially as a single parent. But when I’m with them I feel the strongest aspects of my individual self. I genuinely feel strength, pride, and love. My sons give me courage to walk freely, understanding who I am, while not being afraid of anything. They make me feel human on the biggest scale. They’re so kind and loving, curious, and willing. It reminds me of the attributes I seek to master – you just live when you’re with them, no thinking, no worry, just being. Maybe its just my head coming out of the scarring that has been my last couple years – like that stabbing pain in your side while laughing, months after having pneumonia- one day its just gone. Maybe I’ve finally learned how to sit up right for the big wave – existence with balance? Doubtful.  I’m not sure why I feel this way these past couple days.  Its as if the long walk through the woods finally let up and I see a clearing, a next level (if you will) in all the previous work of “self” that’s been done. I have no answers, but I feel it. The last year in my life dealt so much with patience, being still, observing, and trying to figure out which instinct to run toward. I think one day you realize you can’t always take care of other people, or try to save them. At some point you have to be the center so when you turn toward others you’re a whole person – strong, ready, capable. In this moment there’s a centering, some kind of release from the mental prison I was nestled in for almost two years, a black hole the last 12 months. There is less of a  weight on my chest, and my soul finally smiled for the first real time in a long time.  If I didn’t believe in something greater than myself I’d say at a certain point you’re just done with worrying.  Done wondering, done looking for whatever it is you think you are looking for. Thankfully, I do believe in energy greater than my own – Love on the grandest scale, God, Art – how infused as one are all powerful.

Part of me sees that my failures have been putting too much emphasis on how much I can feel from anyone else, when the whole time the context is larger – a wider lens that requires you to find the proper focus before looking. No experience is a bad one. I’m weathered from my lessons, silent still, even more laid back. Impossible to imagine the person I was before now, arriving here, and maybe it’s fleeting like so much of life can be if you narrowly see your own experience. Regardless, in this moment the presence I have prayed for, the existence I have chain smoked while starring into the dark distance of parking lots, backyards and open plains for, has shown a still shot of peace.

“Shuttering, his eyes caught a glimpse of the one he was waiting for, himself”

Of course, having my sons with me is the most obvious answer why I feel different. When they are home (with me) I can rest from wondering, rest from shame or guilt. I made myself a promise when my oldest was born, that no matter what I did in my life I wouldn’t stray from my kids – as my father did to me. The hard part is accepting that I can still keep that promise… it just won’t look the way I pictured it. The past is the past.

“We are the lab rats of our own experience”

Thankful

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So what are you thankful for?

In this moment I’m thankful for my sons. Cove (6) is a strong beautiful boy, already capable of listening to his instincts. He continues to be an individual – thoughtful, aware, and kind. Cove’s energy is sturdy with a sense of mystery. When I look at him I see his Mom, but as he gets older I’m starting to see a lot of my features. His personality reminds me a lot of myself – curious, creative, disciplined. But he’s still a little boy. When he gets shy around others, he fights his smile, until he can’t anymore and it just comes bursting out. Above the corners of his mouth he gets little dimples when his mannerism are free and reacting to the moment. Cove is gentle, sweet, emotionally aware and analytical. He’s careful, polite, and interested in making things. Cove is the moon – as it presents different looks of itself, you can’t help but notice, and be struck by how when full, its so bright in the darkest of times.  His sturdy presence gives me courage, it gives me peace, a calm reminder of how patient we are to be, because life is living and it’s wonderful if we make room for it to be.

Then there’s his little brother, Valley (3), a “wow” child. Magnificent in how he navigates others. Bursting with goodness, his smile is glued on his face almost the entire day. Valley is social – he loves people, feeds off their energy. There is no middle of the road for my young son. If he gets upset he wears it all over his face. He is the type of person that will randomly tell you he loves you, its constant – When the house is quiet and I’m reading, Valley will come up to me and say “I love you daddy”, then give me a big hug, and kiss my face. He is the Sun – a bright and energy giving human. There is no moment to big for him, he lights up the room, and dives head first into things he doesn’t know how to do. His approach to life is through love and he inspires me to not forget my own values, to not forget that I too feed off others, to not forget that no matter how hard things can be no situation gets to ruin our ability to live through love. Together, our children are growing into complete pictures, healthy, steady – they have been through the storm yet their energy remain childlike, joyful, and curious.

What else am I thankful for?

It’s been a rough couple months. The health of important people in my family has been a constant. But I’m grateful for having the chance to help, and bond through the tough times. My Mom almost died. Just typing that doesn’t feel real. She is on the rise though, her energy is moving, getting its fire back. We are closer than we’ve ever been, probably since I was in high school, leaving the nest for the first time.

Similar to this, I’m grateful for my bond with my Aunt Kazzie, and Aunt Kelli – two amazingly strong women who have been through hell and back throughout their life. But somehow they manage to muster enough courage to take on more for others. My Aunt Kazzie has the most beautiful laugh – showing up when the moment needs it most. Her ability to still feel joy when it’s hard inspires me to keep going. Her dedication to God is something I admire, while I’m not all the way in my following, I take her guidance very seriously. And because of her I talk to God almost daily, asking for the courage, wisdom, and strength to see the path.  She is my friend, like Mom to me, and I appreciate her so much. My Aunt Kelli, she’s just a force, a super human loyalist whose persistence and love shows me how much more we can do for others, even when we sacrifice more of ourselves than we really should. She’s always been the hippie Aunt, and as I’ve gotten older I see more and more of that in her, we bond on those lines of similarity. Her name pops up in my head when I think of the word “good”, she’s just a damn fine human being. Both of them have been my rock these past couple months, as they are for so many other people. They make me a better person, and I love them. We are friends for life.

Through all the rough and tumble my time with Grandma in October will always be a point in my life I remember. I got to spend two weeks with her, staying with her, having late night chats, hearing about story’s from the past I’d never heard. She persistently encouraged me to see myself, to not lose sight of how special I am, never missing a moment to say “you’re beautiful Ryan”.  She is doing a lot better, getting ready to move into a new house, excited, ordering new quilts for her room. I usually get a quilt from her every couple years. I sleep with two quilts every night, both of them were hers. Call it a safety thing, or just cozy, it makes me feel good covering up with things I know my G Ma loves.

Lastly, I’m thankful for waking up today and having the “fire” to do this. Somehow I still have the urge to work, to create, to share. No matter what happens with anything I do, I still can’t believe I find ways to motivate this way of life for myself. I have woken up to the reality that I am myself, and its pretty cool man.

Happy Thanksgiving…go be thankful today, but more importantly be thankful tomorrow too, and so on.