The Ugly Truth 2

Last time I touched on this topic I didn't go too deep I just advised you all to be street smart, but let’s get to the street smart schoolin now. Right if you’re over 18 and under 30 then love is a game believe it or not it is. If it truly ain't then it’s a power struggle which in essence is a game too. The game called love is mastered by fear, every action is taken to ensure that one does not get hurt and yet that very action is what hurts.

By the time you hit your twenties everyone has basically been hurt and how they treat their relationships thereafter is as a defense mechanism to safeguard their hearts. In the hurt category we have the angry ones these are driven by rage towards the opposite sex, deep within they are angry and every action of theirs is ultimately to gain revenge on the opposite sex whether consciously or sub-consciously their actions are anger driven. This group knows how to get you but they will no doubt obliterate your heart not because you deserve it but because it’s their only known reaction.

The next category are the heartless ones all the pain numbs them to any feeling all together, they build high walls around their hearts and refuse to let anyone in, some end up players as they cannot commit to anyone they lead their lives running from love out of fear of being hurt again, this group is the most frustrating group you will ever come across as they are constantly hot and cold they with you and then the minute they have feelings they back out and run and the cycle continues repeatedly.

We move onto the needy and clingy ones these usually have underlying paternal or maternal issues or both, these neglected ones are the most dramatic of all. If they could they would latch themselves to their partners for eternity in order to be happy. They are needy possessive and very insecure they are a difficult to deal with as the neediness can be frustrating and their insecurities will be a huge challenge. Lastly are the secure and confident people who have dealt realistically dealt with what has come their way and are sure of what and who they are and what they have to offer in a relationship, they normally don’t settle and they know what they want. These are the scariest people to date and the most desirable of the four.

These are the four general characters out there everyone can safely relate to at least one of these but ultimately in Love you need to be comfortable in your own skin and know what your worth , Be sure of what you bring to the table and don’t try to hard love is natural,  when it’s hard work normally something is amiss.

The Silk shirt (tribute to the battered woman)

That gut wrenching feeling you have just before the storm, the feeling that lets you know that your world is about to be thrown off. Your stomach churns and your mouth is bitter occasionally you have dizzy spells and you are not at ease. Your heart is racing with no destination you break off in a sweat every now and again, you zone out and you come back only to realize you haven’t yet been dealt your blow quite as yet. This goes on all day and time is mercilessly dragging along your nail bed has been depleted to nothing with all the nervous biting, you have walked the house down with chattering teeth.

You have thought of every possible excuse and every apology and you know it won’t work, you know the wrath all too well and the rage that has no comprehension or mercy upon you. You picture all the painful possibilities and with chills down your spine, you set off on your hundredth inspection of the house and yard everything must be perfect so your fault doesn't seem major. The wait is agony the desire to run away plays before you then you consider where to run too, to the parent’s farm out of the city bathing in buckets and chopping firewood? That can’t be life, leaving the comfort of five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a swimming pool, splendor and beauty that you only laid eyes on in magazines as a child up until now, surely what’s to come is worth the lifestyle she led Anotida thought.

The gate opening disrupted her thoughts and within seconds he burst in the door with his radiant smile but she froze and couldn't move. He plucked a kiss on her cheek and inquired on her day, no response came so

he went on to ask her to get his favorite lucky silk shirt he had an important meeting in two hours. In horror her frozen state melted away and sweat was cascading down, not the shirt she thought, why was she so unlucky life wasn't fair to her in this moment, Anotida felt.

She dragged her feet up the stairs and got out the shirt she was desperately trying to make the burn not show in his shirt but he walked in as she attempted to cover up her error and saw what had happened. The radiance in his face dried up and he transformed into the grey devil she knew all too well, He came down on her like a tonne of bricks with streams of abuse and slaps across the face that sounded like gun shots that pierced her soft skin leaving cuts. She tried to curl herself up to protect herself but he wasn't having that he lifted her and swung her across the hall, “smash” in to the hallway mirror and she fell to the ground with a thousand pieces of glass following her, her eyes were swollen shut now and the smell of her own blood made her throw up, in disgust he kicked her down the stairs.

Anotida fell to her death at just twenty six years of age at the hands of an abusive spouse simply because she burnt a shirt by mistake.

The making of a diamond 1st Anni

I started my blog a year ago on the 2^nd of November 2012, celebrated the first anniversary of my blog; I made a big fuss about this mini milestone because of its significance. A year ago I made a decision and set out new outlines to my life and I managed to stick to my guns which I felt was certainly worth a celebration. I was recently asked why I chose the name the making of a diamond and well I think that is a topic I can go into detail about.

The making of a diamonds first anni dinner

I went through a period in my life where I totally forgot my worth I was nearly a door mat and had totally lost my self-values and I had basically lost myself. It took the encouragement and reassurance of those close to me, constantly reminding me that im precious and priceless, eventually they got through to me and well in order to reinvent myself I needed motivation to do so, but I was adamant I had to do it all on my own. My solution was to write and I decided to blog, naming my blog required me to have a few conversations with my favorite people that I spent most of my time with to get their view of me.

I was pleasantly surprised that they all felt I was worth more than gold and, well a diamond came along in conversation and we considered the process a diamond goes through to become pure and perfect and seeing as my trials were far from over I came up with, “the making of a diamond” because my life story is far from rosy, it’s intense and a bit of a roller coaster ride. Thereafter the making of a diamond was born, my emotional outlet and a story of inspiration to feed the masses. It is not me just complaining about everything I went through in my life it’s me going through each experience and looking at the experience and lessons gained from every experience to better myself as an individual. My blog is where I share my story, as on the outside I may seem together but it’s essential for people to know that life isn't what we see it’s what we experience and I have chosen to share my experience.