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I'm Learning Today

Learning who and what you are is an interesting endeavor. It would be nice if we could do it alone, but most times, it takes someone else to help you see.

For me, this person is My Teddy Bear.

His patient nature -- much like still waters -- lets me see things I never saw before. We had a discussion about sex, intimacy, and the like and I realized something -- I've been doing this all wrong, and for the wrong reasons.

I haven't been sharing about this, but I'm dealing with some health issues. At this point, surgery is on the table and I'm kinda scared. The doctor says there's nothing to worry about, but if I'm honest, it's more than just the invasion of my body. It's the attack on my womanhood.

MTB has been walking with me during this entire ordeal, and he has been wonderful. No matter how much I miss the delusion of what I had with New Boo, I know he wouldn't have been ready for this. When we talked about my issue with sex, he told me that in some ways, it's what I identify with as a woman.

I hadn't thought about it, but when I did, he was right. Throughout the years, I haven't exactly been the woman I was raised to be. While my mother and grandmother knew how to take care of a house and a family, I didn't. I used to pay someone to clean my house, and I was probably more acquainted with my microwave than any one person should be. When the question of who could be a wife and mother came up, my name was never on the list.

The one thing I could do was have sex. Not to brag, but I'm good at it. I know exactly what it takes to please a man. Now...I couldn't feed him and he'd probably have to move things over to get comfortable, but that was secondary. And since the guys I dealt with weren't about much, they were cool with it.

Enter The Man Formerly Known as The One and New Boo. They both wanted something more from me, and I was determined to give it to them. I learned how to clean and to cook and to be the domestic diva I thought I needed to be. And yet...they STILL didn't give me what I wanted -- the ring and the title. In TMFKATO's defense, he had an addiction that eventually took his life. Maybe if he'd been operating from a place of wholeness, things might have been different. New Boo was about that get-over life, but I didn't know it until it was too late. With him, it was necessary for me to be "dickmatized" for his diabolical plan to work.

So now I'm with MTB, and he's a completely different breed. One I don't understand or identify with. I love him to death, but if I say I get him all the time, I'd be lying. I don't. But I want to because I know he's the best thing to happen to me in forever.

But as I usually do, I over-think. I project my stupidness on him and look at him like he's not right. And he's done nothing wrong. My big thing is that what I'm going through is taking me through things I don't want to deal with. I figure f I don't want to be bothered, why should he? He was like, "Don't make decisions for me." He then proceeded to reiterate to me what he told me on our first date -- that he knew what he wanted. Me. In all my insanity and whatnot. He loves me dearly, he said, and he wants to be with me.

God knew exactly what he was doing when he brought him into my life.

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