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GIVING YOU MY LOVE AGAIN with Kisha Green
There are many great things about being single. One of them is being able to distance yourself from public embarrassment swiftly.
-Demetria Lucas
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How many times have we told ourselves that this new person we were interested in was going to be different?
How many promises did we make to ourselves of what we would do differently if they treated us like the prize you were?
So many times, we lowered our standards to talk to someone and let our guard down and only for them to disappoint and leave us questioning why we even spoke to them in the first place.
We had given our love away so freely in the past that you wanted to make them “earn us.”
Dating can be a gamble and scary when you start to get a little happiness. With the popularity of social media, you want that person you can proudly post without feeling stupid cause they may be in someone else’s inbox trying to holla.
We’ve told ourselves we only would post a picture if we were married but let me be the divorced spokesperson to say married people cheat too.
The truth is we wanted to share our happiness with the world, that this person thinks the world of me and loves me in a way that we often thought was unobtainable, so imagine the pure heartbreak when they aren’t that precious jewel we’ve bragged about. Now we are left looking stupid.
Suddenly paranoia sets in, and you believe everyone knows you got played and is laughing at you.
You begin kicking yourself because you knew you shouldn’t have checked in at Applebees with them or posted a picture when you were at the arcade on the beach or that nightcap at that cute bar.
You broke all the rules and promises because they told you that the last thing they would ever do was hurt you. And what did they do? Hurt you?
Your friends are laughing at you for getting played while you’re in bed all day, crying in bed with a nightshirt and a bonnet because once again you fell for the okey-dokie. The hopeless romantic in you BELIEVED that this one time, for once, you would get your happily ever after instead of the sudden onset of conceived arguments and the gradual “ghosting” because suddenly they are so busy to address your concerns. After all, you are “buggin’ or, my favorite...crazy.
Why?
Because we started giving husband benefits to men that were constantly showing us that we were just an option because they kept theirs open, whereas we made ourselves exclusive. We were giving these ungrateful men our love…again.