Truth for days...

The truth is sometimes a bitter pill to swallow. But all the time, the truth is the truth. The truth is that many of we TnT women grow up smart – we grow up with pot-hound that had to fight for we scraps, and cats that had to earn their keep by catching mice or else get kick out the house. We grow up climbing mango tree and pelting green mango with big stone, we grow up knowing how to pick dongs gingerly from between picker branch, we grow up making pepper chow that didn’t kill we, and sucking chenette that didn’t choke we, seeing a ripe guava on a tree from a mile off – then how it is we can’t see that we’re falling into a relationship trap or trick?

The truth is, we does see you know. We just feel we’re smarter than we eyes.

No, this is not one of those men bashing sites, sorry. Click elsewhere to find that. This is a site for empowerment and growth – and sistas (and brothers), if we want to grow, we have to take responsibility for your actions. And the truth is sistas, it ain’t nobody’s fault but our own when we find ourselves in our little heartbreak messes.

Yes, yes, I hear you. You did everything right – played hard to get for months, stated your standards and wishes upfront, put your foot down for principle. And you still ended up getting hurt. Hurt? Why you feel ‘hurt’? You ever ask yourself why you feel hurt, and betrayed and spurned? Why you feeling so when you ain’t do nothing wrong? Or maybe you did do something wrong?

Maybe you gave away too much of your ‘self’ to someone else.

The truth is, no matter who you give up your mental, emotional, spiritual being to, you are bound to get hurt and feel betrayed in that situation if things don’t go the way you expected.

So, I spent the greater part of this weekend regretting ever getting to know my latest love interest. But the truth is, he’s a truly wonderful person (as am I), but it’s just that somebody’s expectations were high and somebody’s were on a plateau (I wouldn’t say whose was where – you figure out the truth).

Somebody didn’t draw from the survival lessons and truths of growing up:

Truth 1: Guard your mangoes by wrapping them in your jersey (which translates into ‘guard your mental equilibrium by keeping it under wrap/your control’)

Truth 2: Don’t leave your rubber slippers outside because the pot hound will bite it up (which being interpreted means, don’t wear your emotions on your sleeve around some people because they might be rough and damage it’)

Truth 3: Don’t play ‘mammy and daddy’ with boys, that is for big people (when very wisely translated means, bi-lateral treaties are not to be rushed.

So, if you want to be really truthful, you’ll admit that as a woman, you sometimes stare truth in the face and feel you too big up with yourself to listen to it. Next time, listen to ‘the truth’.

Charms.