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So after a long friday at work, we met up at my house for a blockbuster night and some food. He surprised me with a gift in his hand. It made me teary-eyed for it was sweet and perfect for the moment — and now writing about it makes me feel all warm and gooey inside. It was not the gift itself but the thought and gesture behind it. I appreciate the small stuff. Love you a million times over!
Carrying a new born is a beautiful thing,
when his body is trying to adapt to the world,
all he can do is hold on with his dear life,
and trust in you that you will protect him,
care for him, and love him with all your soul.
Merely untainted and innocent,
he cries for your dear attention,
and suffers from deprevation
from the warmth of his mother’s womb.
Therefore, he quivers in your hands
trying to adjust to the cold world.
It gives me more reason to be because
he’s a beautiful thing.
Sunday swings along and an addition to the V family is added at 5:55am, weighing in at 7.3lbs of sweet innocence and goodness named Rummie. Though I am not a fan of the name, he is adorable. Ladies watch out!
-Liza Mae
Yesterday after Natalie’s BBQ he sat in my car trying to figure me out.
Why was I so upset?
Why am I not happy?
Is it something that he did to cause me to be like this? Possibly.
I do not know why I struggled to tell him but I said somethings that bothered me. He tried to defend his position. Why do I have to fight him to make him listen? Why is always in defense? I am not trying to attack. I am just telling him what’s up.
In the middle of the conversation the phone rings. It was a female, crying for some attention at 1:40 a.m. begging for him to come over to give her some loving, but he tried to push her aside to one of his male friends but she wasn’t calling for another’s attention. She was calling for him to soothe her, to crush her guts in an attempt to slaughter all the tension she had in her life. So I reacted with such uncertainty. I rarely scream in anger but I did, I told him to get out of my car, twice. He looked at me in shock and he froze in disbelief. I never showed such emotions. He got up and walked to his car. I broke into a million pieces and felt my blood pressure rise. I lost my breath and my throat became heavy. My face was filled with tears that they were pouring from my hands to the car seat. Then the anxiet hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt like I was losing myself, I felt like I was losing him, I felt like I lost faith.
Then his friend staggered to my car attempting to understand what happened but I could not speak because my tears were speaking for me. I was broken. G then came into my car and told me that the female calling was a friend that was confiding in him through her difficult times of marriage. That she was seeking for attention and that he would never cross me. He told me that things are not what they seem and he can not control what others say to him. He believed that I did not believe in his love for me. That I doubt him and this relationship. When all this time I thought believed in love, I was really a non-believer. When I thought he didn’t understand me, he knew me inside out. He told me things I have never heard roll out from his tongue. He opened up to me. I did not speak the whole time but I nodded. I was still recovering from my attack. He held me. I was no longer lost. I felt a sense of love that I never felt before.
Today is a brand new day — its time to make moves.
-Liza Mae V.
Yesterday I had the first confrontation with someone else other than my parents regarding my relationship with G, or more specifically a ‘black’ man. He parked infront of my house to pick up his card key for his house and to talk for a bit. So my aunt literally lives across the street and she happened to pick up some stuff from my house. So when I finished talking to G, I encountered the most disgusting put-down I have ever had to face in my entire 22 years. The words that spat from her mouth were not totally shocking but they were words of hate. I tried to keep my composure but I had to respond back with “Be quiet”, in less nicer words, if you know what I mean.
I know it is/was an issue with my parents but I’ve been going out with men that are totally not in my racial background and my parents learned to cope with it because they realize that they can’t really STOP what I am doing and that I am old enough to make decisions. Not that I don’t care about my parent’s views but in the end of the day my happiness is what I have to optimize. It seems that whatever you do, you can’t please everybody. Therefore,do what you feel is right despite what everyone thinks. No one should get in your way of happiness.
See you on the other side.
-Liza Mae
P.S. One more week of school left.
P.S.S Then I go to NYC then on a cruise.
