my son wants to be a model and I worry about what this means for him in my eyes I think heβs perfect the way he is in one year he went from my cherub angel to a handsome lanky stranger but he thinks he still needs a lot of work so he goes on nightly runs until heβs breathless lifts weights he borrows from his older brother applies all kinds of lotions to try to get rid of little blemishes He tells me, βI already have the perfect personality, now I just need the perfect body and I nod in grief, βalready at 13, he feels that heaviness of the unrealistic standards of beauty placed on him
when Iβm bothered, when Iβm embarrassed, when my inner critic starts knocking on my mindβs door the best thing I can do is reapply my lipstick, write some angry seΓ±ora poetry Remember the goddess that I am, and take my power back Iβm not some stupid and weak little bitch some people perceive me to be (that narrative ended at age 40) now, I take the disrespect and insults with grace keep my composure, pretend Iβm unbothered even as I fume inside I still keep on going I wonβt make a big fuss or call anyone out that story usually ends with me being gaslit and called crazy instead I adhere to the age old adage βaqui no paso nadaβ Really being the opposite which is everything my anger, rage, grief being the fuel to become better to prove to myself and others Iβm not the mentally unstable bitch society perceives me to be
the bomb of my insanity explodes and I try my best to do damage control tell my paranoid inner child not everyoneβs out to get me but itβs too late and I fall once again under the spell of depression I try every single coping mechanism and itβs futile I just need to sit and acknowledge my inner critic and the dark and intrusive thoughts that come up Understand and accept that shit is temporary there will be better times ahead for now itβs just annoying
love will have to wait while i switch the gears from survival mode to triunfadora mode right now I can only concentrate on existing and putting one foot in front of another right now I only have the energy and time to focus on myself and digging myself out of the latest catastrophe I find myself in right now is not the time for crushes or new relationships it wouldnβt be fair to him to invite him into my current chaos right now I stand alone, get myself together before trying to fall into the magic of love again
I feel timid lately and want to hide in a tomb the kind of tomb youβd find on the grounds in some decrepit motel there I wouldnβt have to function at all there I could get lost in my thoughts and make up scenarios in my head Thereβs no oneβs energy would impact me in a way that makes me feel hopeless and worthless
One day Iβll find the one whoβll break down the fortress that guards my vulnerability Heβll know how to handle me Heβll tell me βIβm impossible when Iβm too muchβ but will show his love and loyalty heβll annoy me because heβs human but our joy will outweigh our conflict and weβll stress each other out but never lose sight of the epic love we feel for one another
maybe I restarted the blog for a younger version of us out there in another state, another country who needs a roadmap, Understanding, knowledge, and wisdom in navigating a hard situation they never thought they had to face maybe I restarted the blog out of hope that some couple out there whoβs struggling can find something useful in my story, in my prose, and my poetry to get through their own hardship through the worst of it and make it to the other side, evolve and grow together in intimacy and find their own happy ending
Iβm not sure if I have to work as much as I Do but I know what happens when I donβt my electric bill goes in the red a food stamp application is filled and filed for me and my family I start to lose sleep over the bills and the things my kids need and when I fall into dreamland dreams of soup kitchens, panhandling, and scarcity follow me and I end up in the land of poverty, insanity and hypervigilance where I beat myself up for not doing enough to give my kids the life they deserve and I regret my life choices that led me here especially the one where I chose a lazy baby daddy Iβm not sure if I have to work as much as I do but Iβll continue to do so until my body shuts down who cares if my hip is broken and I hardly have any time to myself Iβd rather work myself to the bone than to allow my family to fall again into being victims of poverty
these must be the new dark age of my life where I canβt find my lifeβs purpose, where I cry because I donβt think Iβll ever be loved where the sleeping pills in my drawers are tempting me to end my misery
Iβm a real monster when I canβt see past my anger I want to burn you down I want you to drown And at times I can control my impulsivity and revenge But sometimes my anger canβt be caged And I try to keep it in between the pages of my journal and notebooks but the resentment becomes too loud to let you off the hook So a passive aggressive status post happens with an intent to insult and offend I want you to feel my anger all the way revealed Maybe one day Iβll get much better not allowing my anger to turn me into a monster
Iβm not the one you want or the one youβll ever take home to meet your mama but Iβm the one etched in your mind, the one who appears in your dreams the one you will never forget about and one of your few regrets and you, you were another story among many another obsession of my past I hardly ever think about
it wasnβt until today I realized how ordinary you really were It wasnβt that you were ever that interesting or special It was me with my lovergirl delusional glasses refusing to see past what was in front of me Seeing and getting caught up in fantasies of who you could be when really you were, the most ordinary of men not malicious, not especially intelligent not really helpful just kind of existing without any spark without anything that would make me look twice at you now
Pretty gets me in a man’s door but also makes me feel like a whore I’ve been pretty sexy, pretty nice, pretty sweet I’ve also been pretty crazy, pretty Petty, and pretty mean men love me when I’m pretty and submissive but not when I’m pretty reclusive men want the pretty girl who’s fun but not when I’m a pretty girl who’s a selfish cunt pretty gets me notice but also gets me dismissed
Men love a pretty mess like me especially the nice ones who want to fix me and save me Iβm their pretty princess whoβs so lovely and sweet And for some, my pussy makes them think or say they love me but when I turn from a pretty mess to a crazy and chaotic hurricane they can’t stand to be around me and run away βI never signed up for this, you’re toxicβ and I cry and then laugh at the absurdity you don’t get to choose just to love the fun part of me because that’s not love that’s their primal need and lust for me disguised as loved because real love accepts everything about me
When I first started to watch the movie “The Breakup”, I was actually expecting the formulaic Romantic Comedy but it was actually a realistic movie about the demise of a relationship. I found myself relating to Brooke, one of the main characters in the movie more than I would have liked. At the beginning of the movie, we are shown this montage of how the relationship between Gary and Brooke starts and then develops so they are at a point where they move in together when they buy a luxurious condo. Within the first 10 minutes of the movie, we are shown what conflict goes on in their relationship. As Brooke is preparing for a dinner party for both their families, she asks Gary to do things to help her prepare for the guests, Gary is full of excuses and essentially treats her like a nag. Maybe this is my biased perspective coming from a place where Iβve been treated as such.
What is first seen here is a breakup in communication where Gary is dismissive of Brookeβs needs at that moment. I think that a lot of women I know can testify what that feels like but most of us have been conditioned to excuse that kind of behavior. Anyways, at the dinner party, Brooke and Gary act like a normal couple. Also, what can be observed from Brooke and Garyβs families is that they both come from different social classes. We can speculate that this is maybe why their relationship didnβt work but I think it is just one factor. After their families leave, a fight ensues between Brooke and Gary over a simple domestic task, washing the dishes. Brooke wants Gary to help with this task and Gary grumbles about it and when he finally says heβll do, he has a bad attitude about it. Brooke doesnβt want his help and this resonates with me and Iβm sure it does with other women ,she tells Gary, βI want you to want to do the dishes.” That line implicates both control and hopeful expectations for her partner.
A lot of women I know (myself included) wants a partner that takes initiative in helping us and showing their appreciation for us. We feel like we shouldnβt have to remind them, they should just want to do it. If they claim to care about us and love us, why is it so damn hard for them to show it? I think the issue could lie in the cliche that we as women tend to expect βusβ and how we would act from our partners. In society, women are conditioned and taught to be nurturers and to show our love and appreciation for our partners. We are also taught to believe that we have to fit into certain categories of societal expectations in order to feel like we are enough and worthy to feel loved. Men, on the other hand, well, they are just taught that they are good enough as they are for their potential partners. Also, society has conditioned men that in order for them to be βreal menβ, they shouldnβt show their emotions.
Gary and Brooke
As women, we are conditioned to believe that we will thrive and be a whole person in society if we become wives and mothers. This belief makes a lot of women settle for less than they deserve and tolerate way more than they should in a relationship. As humans we are conditioned that life is incomplete without a partner and the worst thing that can happen to us is a life of solitude.
Even though Brooke breaks up with Gary, she later reveals that she does this in hopes that he will learn his lesson and change to become a better partner. She doesnβt actually want to break up with him. She goes so far as to bring the guys she dates to the condo theyβre currently sharing so heβll get jealous. This follows the belief of why many women stay in a relationship; because if they stick around long enough and do the hard work, their partner will change to become the partner they want them to be. It follows the belief that we as women can mold men with enough time and patience to become that partner. This infantilizes men in a way. Itβs a belief in which we are treating men like another one of our children that needs to be molded. Brooke βpunishesβ Gary like a child by breaking up with him in hopes heβll change into the partner she wants him to be.
Gary finally starts to take Brooke seriously towards the end of the movie. By that time, it is too late and sheβs already emotionally detached from him. There is a cliche saying βby the time the guy starts to care, itβs too late and the girl no longer cares . Iβve seen this happen many times in real life. In my own perspective, I tried everything to save my marriage with my husband and even though he tried, it was never enough in my eyes. His dismal effort kept making me feel less than, worthless even. By the time he finally saw that he was going to lose me; it was too late and I had emotionally detached myself from the relationship. Just like Brooke, I had time and time again invested so much of myself, changed so much of myself to try to salvage our relationship while he put in the most minimal effort. I canβt pinpoint the exact moment when I knew that no matter how hard he or I tried, our marriage couldnβt be saved.
At the end of the movie after Brooke leaves the apartment, she runs into Gary a few months later and they catch up in a cordial manner and glance back smiling at each other and one could say perhaps both of them got the closure they needed. Of course, in real life, me and my husband canβt afford to separate and divorced and have to continue to live together but through a mutual understanding we live together as roommates and co-parents. We actually do this successfully and almost painlessly. Heβll even give me life advice from time to time if Iβm going through something rough. I think that once we both accepted that we were no longer compatible as romantic partners, our relationship as friends got stronger since we felt free to really be our authentic selves with each other.