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Monday, August 22, 2022

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She is difficult to love, but only in the sense that she has high standards. She is unwilling to settle for one-sided love. If you are going to enter a relationship with her, you need to commit. She is not interested in holding half of your heart or half of your attention. She wants all or nothing.
She knows what she deserves, which is why you should expect her to speak up whenever you disrespect her. She will not allow anyone to walk over her heels. If you hurt her, you are going to hear about it. She refuses to bottle up her emotions because being authentic is in her blood. She doesn’t know any other way to conduct herself.
She has a fire within her that she is unafraid of releasing. When she is angry, she will spend hours ranting about whatever is on her mind. When she is upset, she will cry buckets in front of you. She won’t pretend everything is okay when she feels like her world is falling apart. She will be real with you, even when you would rather hear pretty lies.
If you want her, you are going to have to fight for the relationship. She will do the same, but she won’t do it alone. She won’t be the only person putting effort into your love.
She is not easy to love because she will do what is right, not what is comfortable. She won’t let you get away with murder. When you screw up, she won’t forgive you if it seems like your apologies are inauthentic. She won’t give you a third chance if you have proven you cannot be trusted. She won’t put you before herself because she loves herself.
The thought of being single does not scare her — and that’s what makes her such a force to be reckoned with. If you hurt her, she will not hesitate to leave you. It doesn’t matter how much she cares about you. If you stop treating her well, she will stop coming around. She will drop you the second she gets reduced to your second choice.
Because of her high standards, you might consider her difficult to love, but she is also difficult to forget.
She is the kind of person who will stay stuck on your mind years after leaving. You will struggle to get over her. You won’t be able to find anyone else like her.
After she leaves, you will miss the way she looked at you like you were the only person she saw. The way she told the truth even when a lie would be easier. The way she never let anyone else stop her from speaking her mind.
Long after she leaves, you will still be trying to figure out a way to get her back, because you won’t want to live without her. Even though you felt like she was difficult to love while you still had her, you are going to realize how much more difficult it is to forget her

“She’s like broken
a glass.
Dangerous
with sharp
edges;
but beautifully
complex.”

Thursday, November 19, 2020

Trapped, Tribeless &Traumatized



Narcissistic Abuse left me a Traumatized Dysfunctional and Tribeless Hot Mess.

I’m going to write my life story to heal my scars from a life of a Toxic and Narcissistic Mother.

Damaged and broken so long, It’s either time to heal or be bamboozled for more emotional pain which most likely I’ll cause myself.

Trapped a lifetime with deep emotional scars that play in my head over and over again.

Held hostage by a narcissistic mother is like suffering from ‘Stockholm Syndrome’.

I’m not very good at adulting. however, I’d like to think that I’m a tough old broad.  

I’ll be writing about Addiction, Relapse, Relapse, and recovery.

Prisons, institutions, biker lifestyle,

Traveling, Interpol, gangster lifestyle,

Deportation from America To Amsterdam

Amsterdam Lifestyle, This is my first real attempt at writing a life story. I have a lot to say, so I hope that you hang in there with me.

Saturday, May 31, 2014

A beautiful yet chaotic mind



Some years you crawl and you swear you'll never walk again.
Then suddenly you're standing and swear, never, will I crawl again.

A kind heart has held darkness,  a brilliant mind has felt madness,
leaving a beautiful soul in a state of emotional purgatory.

Stroking my aggression, in hopes that I can roll my eyes, and forget that it happened again.
How did we arrive here,  knowing we rushed in. 

Scraped knees and all, I whispered let's crawl.

I know my truth

  You could see the anger has bottled up.  She had a difficult childhood, with physical trauma and bullying, it is no wonder that she can...