Today, my heart aches. I feel like I have a ton of bricks resting on top of my chest. Love hurts…but why?

Sadly, I know I’m not the only one that feels (or has felt) this way. Misery loves company? Not me, though. I want all of the amazing women in my circle to be happy in love. Why does it feel like we’re all, in some way or another, chasing unicorns? Am I the only one that feels undeserving while others squander & take for granted?

We’re all beautiful, inside and out. We’re all smart, kind, loving, and courageous. Yet, our reason & logic goes out the window the minute our men confuse or hurt us. Regardless of the severity of the offense, when we’re hurt, we become other people. We become illogical, impatient, emotional, incoherent amidst the sobs, idiots. Why? I guess the answer to that is easy: women lead with their emotions & often allow this to cloud their ability to rationalize normally. Terrible…

The bigger, most perplexing question of all is: why are so many beautiful, smart, kind, loving, courageous women single? Not sure about you, but often I feel like the fat kid nobody wants on their kickball team during recess. Why can’t we find love with happiness? Have we been cursed, are we just unlucky? Or, is this all love is: Happy, short lived stretches of happiness in love – followed by longer, sad, agonizing sequences? Are we longing for something that simply doesn’t exist? Or rather, rarely exists? Hence, confirming my assumption that perhaps we aren’t chasing unicorns but rather looking for a needle in a hay stack? Searching for a four leaf clover in a green meadow as big as the Atlantic?

To my ladies going through it right now: I love you. I admire your resilience, fortitude, convictions, and ability to love even after being hurt time and time again. Please know that there is nothing wrong with you but rather with these silly men that are unworthy of your amazing, loving hearts. Don’t let anyone undermine your feelings or make you feel inadequate for having them. We’re warriors & while I can’t promise the tears will cease forever, I can promise you that the sun will rise tomorrow. Think of all the possibilities a new day brings! Despite my lack of religion, I believe in having faith. Keep the faith that someday the universe will reward you for all the hardships, heartaches, & tears. Be the best you, even when you just want to tell the world to suck your figurative dick. For the record, I had to write this out so I can remind myself.

To the men causing the damage to these ladies: that woman is some man’s little girl. You know how you love your daughter? How she means the world to you? How you envision inflicting physical pain on any son of a bitch who disrespects or hurts that little girl you treasure & cherish so? Well, that woman you’re avoiding, hurting, cheating, disrespecting, misleading is STILL THAT little girl to some guy. Think about that the next time you kiss a boo boo on your precious child. Don’t cause boo boos in hearts because those aren’t healed easily & quickly with kisses from daddies. Honesty & communication is all us women ever ask for. It may not always be easy but it’s free.

In the words of my dear yet lucky in love mother: “Never lose hope in anything or anyone. Hope is lost when you’re dead or he dies.”

Stay strong, Warrior Princesses of This Fucked Up Dating Game.

Deuces,
Your depleted, soon to be cat lady, yet undeniably fabulous sister.