Posing a problem; difficult to solve.
Open to doubt; debatable.
Not settled; unresolved or dubious.
Women have you found yourselves lost in love with the lingering question mark over your head asking; Does He Love Me? Most of us have had to ask ourselves this question in nearly every relationship we have had with men. Why do we even bother trying to figure them out? When I was younger, the men in my life ran me crazy. As, I became older nothing really changed until I quit. I quit men and no I am not a lesbian. Instead of just abstaining from sex...I abstain from men. I am happier for it! Now my blood pressure remains at safe levels and I don't have to share my remote control nor my bed and the most exciting part is....I no longer have to filter through the lies!
True enough being without a man has it down sides. At times I miss the companionship; but it passes as soon as it begins. I have a male friend and we talk on the phone at least once a week; but every night I check into the Sweat Hotel and I sleep like a baby, LOL; but that is another story, for another day. Other than being just lowdown with how they handle their business with commitments, home, family and most of all S E X; men are just down right problematic; but I love them anyway, now I just love them from a distance. GOD BLESS.
Below is a poem I wrote during my marriage and a very low point in my life because of my husband. Therefore, this is not an article to promote being single or to bash men. This article is simply to encourage any woman or man in a bad relationship to love themselves more and to move on:
Somedays are like a breeze.......
Smooth as the wind through the trees.
Others are like F-5 hurricanes......
Full of destruction and pain.
I Thank God for the life he gave me
But somedays I find myself asking...why (?).
Somedays are beautiful but most days I cry.
Somedays I embrace life, other days I ask to die.
My world is full of uncertainity;
But somedays I just simply be.
God created woman so that man would not be alone;
But it's that very man who destroys his happy home.
.C*R*A*Z*Y is sometimes how I feel; but I gather my senses,
Because for me this is not God's Will.