Driving from Utah with some friends we saw a post on Facebook that said Ghetto Word of the Day Omelet i.e. Imma let.
We thought this was hilarious so when coming up with my blog name my friend says Omelethimgo.
It couldn’t have been more perfect because Omelets have different ingredients some good some bad for you and I thought how fun it would be to have Omelet names for my different blogs referring to how my experiences have been with dating in Las Vegas and have you write your “Tasting Reviews” ie your thoughts on my blog
Stay tuned for my eggciting adventures of Omelethimgo Chronicles
I drove six hours with grief on my chest and compassion in my hands ready to console the man who’d lost his mother. I brought empathy like breakfast: warm, steady, familiar. But when I pulled up, I didn’t find sorrow waiting at the door.
She was in the front yard, face buried in an engine, working like a man rebuilding something broken. And maybe she was ,just not the car.
Instead he was already under repair by someone else’s hands. The “Scrambled Omelet” hadn’t changed; he just switched kitchens. Some men don’t fix their mistakes; they just trade the mess for a new mechanic.
When she saw me, her hands froze, her eyes darted like a thief caught in daylight. I asked for him, calm and clear, but he never came out. Not even a shadow in the doorway. The kind of silence that confesses more than words ever could.
She disappeared inside to fetch him, anxiety dripping from every step, but I already knew. The cowardice was louder than the engine she’d been tinkering with. I stood there staring at his keys on the ground , the same keys I’d once waited up for, worried over, opened doors with. For a second, I thought about taking them. About holding something that still belonged to him, since he couldn’t even hold himself accountable.
But I didn’t. I left them where they were just like he left the truth.
I walked away with something heavier than metal: closure. Because love without honesty is just noise , a car that never starts no matter how many times you turn the key.
I drove six hours to show up for him, but I left finally showing up for myself.
I never made it to the service. I couldn’t. My heart was too cracked, my spirit too bruised to stand beside a man who hid from both grief and guilt. I loved that woman truly. She deserved to be honored with peace, not pain. But instead of sitting in that chapel, I found myself driving home, mourning two losses at once: hers, and the version of him I kept hoping existed. Some heartbreaks don’t break you they free you from pretending.
Let him eat what he’s made. I’m done serving second chances.
💛 Because at the end of the day, you can’t unscramble what’s already broken. So I did the only thing left to do Omelet him go.
(Yes I’m aware of the correct spelling of Yoked but obvi there’s a theme here)
I ended a relationship recently because we were not working together to get the task done but rather working at odds with each other. We did not have the same beliefs, values, or even morals, we were working against each other instead of together.
He thought things were perfect because they were working in his favor all while I was a miserable mess because whenever I expressed my feelings they were dismissed or either comforted with apologies or promises that were never going to happen.
Sometimes in relationships you try to hold onto what you have to avoid conflict.
But when resentment comes into play it makes it hard to look at a person and love them like you once did.
I found myself in this situation when I allowed the person I was in a relationship take charge of the skillet which lead me into a scrambled mess ultimately making me choose between myself or the relationship and at the end I chose me.
I wanted this person to do better for himself, to love me unconditionally, to respect me but instead once again he fed me Lies, deceit, disrespect and the list goes on.
I am not sure why I felt guilt for letting him go when I know I deserve better.
If you listen to his side I will look like the villain but the reality is I was a victim. A victim of a narcissistic omelet who refused therapy so he spurt all his anger onto me and it wasn’t physical it was emotional, he was controlling me mentally and emotionally.
The moment I let him go I experienced victory and blessings true wins. God would not let me be great unless I let him go.
I tried to be his motivation and inspiration. However, he had his own agenda so anything I said went into one ear and out the other.
He made continuous excuses of his behavior. I’m so glad this time that it wasn’t years later that I build up the courage to step away. 6 months was enough time for me to recognize that we were just not equally yolked and it was time for me to take care of me.
I have been in the process of mending my relationship with my father for my own personal healing purposes..
My father and I recently started speaking again after not speaking for more than 4 years. With that relationship I have a step mom that I have not spoken to in 6 years all of this was due to a misunderstanding (in which I was not even present for, story time for another day) I plan on reaching out to her bc I want to close the chapter of negativity so I can keep being positive and form happy and healthy relationships.
Whenever my father and I disagree on anything he uses measurements of his love which I don’t look at in a positive way. For example he might say “I did this for you or we did that for your kids”and it either ends or begins with that’s how I should know he/they loved me. But it’s not how anyone should. Right? Or is it?
So imagine that and then being in relationships with anyone who says ” you haven’t done nothing for me or I have done this for you” in which you really have done something in fact quite a lot but it wasn’t enough for their measurement of love..
My love is different that I have to offer. I don’t believe that giving someone something is a measurement of love but instead an Act of Love. I don’t know if this is normal in other peoples lives but it’s not in mine.Love is not measurable in words. Love cannot be partial; it cannot have owners. Love is essentially beyond definition or concept.”
The true measure of love is when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us.”
So for me if I sense that is something that anyone I meet uses measurements to define love I run, I shut down, I become disinterested and disengaged as I view it as a Toxic behavior and it shows me that you are poor at communicating.
It also made me realize that when I accepted these types of behaviors in relationships it was because I didn’t know any better because it is what had been taught to me. And you know what they say “Women are attracted to Men like their Fathers”.
As I’ve gotten older I have become very sensitive to energy and behavior that is good or bad for me and my peace of mind.
I just wanted to write this to say don’t let anyone do this to you if it makes you feel uncomfortable.
One of the things I started noticing about myself is slowly detaching myself from others to take care of myself.
Detachment does not mean you don’t care, it simply means that you value yourself enough to take care of yourself first and let others take responsibility for their actions without saving or punishing them.
Far too long I was a healer for others. I was nurturing relationships and I did not realize I was making up for what they did not receive from their mother.
Far too many men in this world are subconsciously expecting women to mother them.
The little boy in them who did not receive warm nurturing from their mother have deeply unmet needs and anger issues and is looking for that to be given by his woman.
That’s why they want things their way and cannot understand your point of view.
Now that I’m older and wiser…Mmm mmm get somebody else to do it!
If your tone is not right, you’re coming at me sideways or you’re demanding, I’m gonna detach because I have done my work to heal from my personal trauma and you should do the same.
A Boss demands, commands, uses people and blames others. A boss in the relationship has nothing to show for and is unstable.
A Leader on the other hand asks, takes responsibility and shows how it’s done. A leader in the relationship has their own everything and offers stability.
I’ve been hearing a lot about black women not wanting to be submissive which is completely inaccurate.
The truth is women love being submissive to a man that knows how to lead. Women are exhausted from having to carry the load and want a man to provide security knowing that if anything happens he got us.
I was in a relationship in the past where the man was a Boss but he wasn’t Leader.
He talked a good game about what he wanted in his life and what he was gonna do but never took the steps necessary to make me feel secure by setting an example of being able to lead.
I was always the one that got shit done and as a woman I hated feeling like I was both the man and the woman in the relationship. Teamwork was definitely lacking.
He would ask for help with starting projects he was interested in but he never did the work to bring them to light. He demanded that I do all the work for the goals and passions he had of his own.
I stayed in the relationship because I believed I was doing the right thing by supporting him with his dreams and I didn’t want to be looked at by him as an unsupportive partner but after awhile I felt like all of my efforts were for nothing.
I am amazed at the number of women that exist that will settle for these types of men just to say they have a man. That’s just never been me I’d rather kiss a million frogs before I settle.
A word to Women, please love on yourself more and quit letting these suckas play with you!
I have not put anything on Lay-A-Way in almost thirty years..Why is it when dating someone they want to put you on Lay-A-Way?
In case you don’t know what Lay-A- Way is, it is when you make a small deposit on an item or items that you want and then pay it off until it’s yours.
Now let me break it down in dating terms..This person will have someone that they like but they don’t want to give what it takes to make that person permanently theirs by committing to them so you make small deposits ie via phone calls, texts, quick visits, a lay here and there without solidifying their intent that they will make this person permanently theirs until they realize that this person really doesn’t belong to them.
So then they send subliminal messages like I don’t like sharing or are you entertaining anyone else?
People who make excuses about why they can’t commit to you at the moment but also express they don’t like to share is someone who has you on Lay-A-Way. You’re placed in a shelf until they “possibly” become ready to commit to you while their away.
This has happened to me and my answer to that is “I’m single right?” which the answer is always Yes. So next I say well you can’t share something that doesn’t belong to you.
I am not that person, you cannot put me on Lay-A-Way and expect to just come and pay off the Lay-A-way (well that depends on how much money 💰 you talking jk) lol and allow me to be yours on your time, it doesn’t work like that for me
Be very cautious of people like this because these people are selfish individuals and if they really wanted you they would do whatever to make time for you.
AKA: Entered a relationship with a Narcissist whose full time job was manipulating Women
Whew child! For the first time in my life I got food poising..It lasted me over a year..I had no idea what food poisoning felt like until I consumed this Omelet again for the second time
A few years of ducking and dodging because I knew how I felt about this Omelet and the only Omelet I prayed for even when we weren’t together..
I didn’t know then why I needed to pray for him but allowing him back into my life a second time showed me..
It was on a roller coaster ride. An upside down twists and big dips roller coaster ride..Shit was exhausting..and upset my full tummy
I really sat in the Big Tent at the Circus and watched this class act 🤡
I’m giving the short version because if I gave the long version this would literally be a book…I was supposed to marry him he was supposed to be my Life partner and I found out after already getting my heart involved that he was still married (separated for years but still) , he’s a cheater, a liar, manipulator and has unreleased trauma from his childhood so he has absolutely no idea how to treat a woman..This is a full time job for him..
Even if he wanted to know how to treat a woman, I know that without seeking a therapist he won’t ever change…
The sad part is knowing when you’re dealing with food poisoning is that what they presented to you and what you consumed is not who they actually were on the inside..
Lots of love bombing in the beginning and then just like that you’re like who the f*** are you sir? I often used to say I want my (calls him by name) back because I simply didn’t recognize this person.
The saddest part to this episode is that I still love him..I know I can’t be with him at this time but I love him like I want him to be well to get well but not like I want to be with him at this moment. I just want to be what no one else have ever been to him which is a good friend that leads him to help. Most people I know are like fuck him but the God in me wants him to get help and wishes well for him.
Mental Health is real and if you don’t address it or take care of it you will continue to move through life wrecking havoc on other people’s lives
This relationship forced me into long needed therapy in which was the most wonderful thing ever because it forced me to recognize my worth and who I am and how I deserve to be treated
Listen I’m not a licensed relationship therapist but I will say pay attention to the red flags 🚩 because I ignored them for so long bc I was blinded by Love and false pretenses and motives.
“A person or thing regarded as uniquely remarkable In some respect”
Sometimes we meet someone and we are blinded by love. We are also blinded by their words.
Sometimes we let them go and they come back because they feel she is the one they swear over for letting go. She’s the one even in pain, Even with tears in her eyes that gathers all her dignity from misuse and rises like a Phoenix after betrayal and lights up the sky.
She symbolizes immortality, resurrection and life after death. She is a representation of good virtues like grace and kindness
If you know me then you know I’m a runner when it comes to relationships, so I want to share that today I burned my track shoes 👟
I burned them because I have relied on them for many years to be readily available to run 🏃🏽♀️ away from my relationships when conversations or situations became intense
I burned my track shoes because I realized that relationships aren’t easy and running 🏃🏽♀️ isn’t always the way to resolve conflict.
I burned my track shoes because I continued to use them as defensive mechanism to give up on my partner rather than figuring out what we can do to fix the problems we may be having
I burned my track shoes 👟 because for once I love someone so much that I want to make my relationship work and not react negatively to every little thing that causes me to forget why we are together in the first place
Everyday is a new day to make changes for the better and today I choose to burn my track shoes but still race with bare feet 🦶 in this thing called love ❤️
Meaning..A complicated or compromising relationship or situation.
First I’m going to start by giving you my thoughts on Jada and August…None!!!!
I don’t have any thoughts about it for a few reasons..
I’ve had Entanglements .
It is not my job to be concerned with another persons relationship
But let’s really get into this tho..My sister brought up a great point by showing how a man can love a woman.. Will loves Jada and that’s so dope!! As my sister said it’s usually the Woman on the other side so to see it from the woman’s side was so needed..That was raw/organic…
I personally feel that most men won’t ever let you see them sweat 😓 bc of their Ego etc
I think this was definitely one for the books when it comes to love and relationships. If we were all in the spotlight we’d all be at the Red Table..💯
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