"The hottest love has the coldest end."
Damn, Socrates, you were ahead of your time. The following entry consists of the lessons I've learned since 2008, in no particular order.
Damn, Socrates, you were ahead of your time. The following entry consists of the lessons I've learned since 2008, in no particular order.
- My children's feelings will always come first. They're the ones that have to put me in the nice nursing home someday.
- I need to surround myself with positivity because I easily absorb negative energy if it's within a 30 foot radius. The people who bring out the best in me are the ones that I need to keep in my secret inner circle of fabulousness.
- I found out who my true friends were and I will never put them on the back burner again, regardless of how crazy life gets.
- I will never ever EVER lose my sense of self in a relationship again nor will I keep my mouth shut when I strongly disagree with something.
- I will never let myself get too comfy in a relationship again, whereas I completely stop taking care of myself. As a romantic at heart, I wish I could say that the right man will love you and still find you attractive if you consistently wear your SU Basketball t-shirt and sweatpants every day, gain 50 lbs, and eat a bag of Doritos in front of the tv, but that is simply not that case. He may not necessarily run out and cheat on you, but there's a good chance he's not going to race you to the bedroom. Reality is, not even my seductive charm and quick wit will win someone over if my hair is not done. It's sad, but that is reality. You don't want to get to a point where Kesha in a garbage bag looks like a supermodel compared to you. Not to mention, there will ALWAYS be someone to impress, even if you are in a committed relationship: Employers, clients, cops who try to give you a speeding ticket, the list goes on...
- I am not capable of loving anyone else until I can look at myself in the mirror and say, "You......are the shit." And mean it. I have to be
100% happy97% happyat least 95% happy with myself and my position in life before I can contribute to a partnership with another person. This works both ways. I cannot commit to someone who isn't happy with himself either.
- I can't be with someone who doesn't respect me or my feelings because they simply don't understand why I feel the way I do.
- I will admit when I'm wrong (I sure will try!) and follow suit with an apology. And I'm not going to allow myself to always be wrong. My future boyfriend should also have some sweet apology skills, too. Being self-righteous is incredibly unattractive.
- I have to trust my gut instinct. My best friend has scolded me about this on more than one occasion. She's wicked bossy, thank God. If it doesn't truly feel right, it probably isn't. I will never be blinded by infatuation again.
- I need my partner to have my back and be there for me when things get rough. I can handle a lot of tough stuff on my own (because I'm a badass mofo), but having that special person's arms around you, telling you that everything is going to be alright......is priceless. Sometimes, that's all I need to hear, and sometimes, I just need a fucking hug (even though I am still a badass). I also need my future someone to be supportive when things are going really well! You know, like when I'm famous someday! (Don't roll your eyes at me......it could happen....)
So there you go. One marriage, many lessons.
With all that I've been through, I'm here to tell you that marriage itself, is not a huge mistake. I'm fairly certain that marriage can be wonderful with the right person.
"But Jen, how do I know if it's the right person?"
Whoa whoa whoa....I'm not a therapist!
Seriously, from experience, I think that the test of time will give you, or me, the answer to that question. I believe you have to go through some heavy shit first before you get married. Loss, joy, moving across the country, moving into your mom's house, job promotions, unemployment, holidays with each others families, you get the idea. If you can survive a hurricane, a tsunami, and an earthquake together and still feel the way you did when you first met, therein lies the answer.
Marriage is not an institution. It's a beautiful idea. In a world full of shit, it should be the most romantic and meaningful idea left. It is not something that can be taken for granted nor should it be used as leverage toward an ultimatum. It is not selfish nor to be made a spectacle of (ahem, Kim Kardashian).
As the chapter in my life entitled, "My Twisted 20's", comes to a close this year, I can't help but be excited, yet apprehensive, of what's next on life's agenda. It's kind of funny, but I got a lot of milestones out of the way in my 20's. I had children. I got married. I lost a parent. I had to count out change to buy my family dinner (that's not a milestone, but at least I can look back and laugh at it...sort of). I got divorced. And I somehow did it all without medication or therapy, although it probably would have helped.
On New Year's Eve of 2011, I vowed to put everything behind me and start fresh with a different outlook on people, relationships, and life in general. I look forward to my new career and where it could take me. I want to be the best mom I can be to my kids because they're so deserving of it. Now that I've pretty much figured out who I am, I'm ready to accept my faults, and continue to grow from my mistakes......because I am bound to make several more. I want to give myself an entire year without dating to focus on my new life. Cheers, motherfuckers!!!
Of course, if I've learned anything at all, I should know by now that life doesn't always go as we plan it :). Stay tuned, kids.
"But Jen, how do I know if it's the right person?"
Whoa whoa whoa....I'm not a therapist!
Seriously, from experience, I think that the test of time will give you, or me, the answer to that question. I believe you have to go through some heavy shit first before you get married. Loss, joy, moving across the country, moving into your mom's house, job promotions, unemployment, holidays with each others families, you get the idea. If you can survive a hurricane, a tsunami, and an earthquake together and still feel the way you did when you first met, therein lies the answer.
Marriage is not an institution. It's a beautiful idea. In a world full of shit, it should be the most romantic and meaningful idea left. It is not something that can be taken for granted nor should it be used as leverage toward an ultimatum. It is not selfish nor to be made a spectacle of (ahem, Kim Kardashian).
As the chapter in my life entitled, "My Twisted 20's", comes to a close this year, I can't help but be excited, yet apprehensive, of what's next on life's agenda. It's kind of funny, but I got a lot of milestones out of the way in my 20's. I had children. I got married. I lost a parent. I had to count out change to buy my family dinner (that's not a milestone, but at least I can look back and laugh at it...sort of). I got divorced. And I somehow did it all without medication or therapy, although it probably would have helped.
On New Year's Eve of 2011, I vowed to put everything behind me and start fresh with a different outlook on people, relationships, and life in general. I look forward to my new career and where it could take me. I want to be the best mom I can be to my kids because they're so deserving of it. Now that I've pretty much figured out who I am, I'm ready to accept my faults, and continue to grow from my mistakes......because I am bound to make several more. I want to give myself an entire year without dating to focus on my new life. Cheers, motherfuckers!!!
(In order to really understand my excitement, please enjoy this Whitesnake video and also Tawny Kitaen's love affair with David Coverdale.....and his car.)
Of course, if I've learned anything at all, I should know by now that life doesn't always go as we plan it :). Stay tuned, kids.
