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Lesson of the day:

If you pay close attention, you’ll actually witness you sabotaging yourself.

This is something I’ve struggled with and been a witness to for several years now. It started maybe 6 to 7 years ago when I met this wonderful girl (and I say wonderful now cause time dulled the experience, back then she was psychotic, neurotic, demanding, the list goes on and on).

Our second date was a drive to Toronto, not even 30min into it there was a long silent moment and then she just lets it out… “why do you sabotage yourself”? She didn’t know me for shit so my response was… “what the fuck”?! But she called it. She saw something I couldn’t see. I would have sworn that there was no way someone like myself would ever be doing that. I just landed a 6 figure salary job, I’ve already graduated a chemical engineering program and went back for a second tour for business. How the fuck am I sabotaging myself?!

Long story short, and the reason why everyone needs a life coach of some sorts (and I can recommend an amazing one by the way, she’s taken me from a 2 to a 7 in less than an hour on the phone, and she takes calls from anywhere in the world, especially when it’s an emergency). So since then, I’ve been in reflecting, a lot. From Esther (Abraham) Hicks to Eckhart Tolle to a library full of books to all sorts of hypnosis, meditation, the list goes on and on. Well, until I found Landmark, which changed my life, which led me to Sterling, again life changer, well all the way up to this moment.

I’ve been in a rut. Why? Well simple really, I’m not doing the work. I’ll share a secret with you. The secret to getting everything you ever wanted. It’s gonna sound silly, and simple, but life is really that simple. It’s us that complicates the fuck out of it.

“DO THE WORK” That’s it.

Now, what’s the work? Well, that’s what a skilled coach is there for. I’m still learning. I’ve been in self-development for 3 years now and the boy that was there then is now the man that is here. And I know everything now right? LOL!! The one thing I’ve learned is…

The more I learn, the more I realize how much I don’t know.

Yes, that’s my dear dear friend Albert Einstein. But that’s the truth. So I keep learning and growing.

OK so back to my sabotage rant. So if you observe closely enough, you’ll see it happening. One of the thing that you have to know in doing the work is learning to OBSERVE YOURSELF. Not easy, takes practice, but when you do it long enough you’ll start to be able to see things happening in real time.

So there I was, feeling disgruntled all day. Kinda angry, overwhelmed, frustrated. The feeling of “nothing is working out for me”. A story my brain made up. How do I know this? Well, Landmark. Training. Practice. Doing the work. So I start to observe. Break things down. I look at what my brain is saying. “Nothing is working out for me” and I compare it to the facts.

Facts:

– I live in one of the safest countries in the world

– I have a well-paying career

– I drive one of the sickest cars

– I’m healthy

– I’m relatively young and look even younger

– I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, with whoever I want

– I’m planning 2 trips to any destination I fucking want in the next 2 months

– I’m car shopping for my “winter beater” and that’s always fun

The list goes on and on… But the one sticky point is…. The girl situation. That’s what’s getting me down. But it’s a catch 22. I’m single. And I’ve chosen to be single. After my last relationship, things really changed. I want THE ONE and will not settle down with just anyone. Am I not able to get girls? On the contrary, times are plentiful. Right now I’m dating, and these girls are amazing…but… Just not THE ONE. So why be bummed? I can easily make my way to one of their houses and spend an amazing night of wine, sex, and conversation. My work just invited me to a house party where there will be more than enough hot young girls. My other friend invited me to come party with her and her friends. So what the fuck is it?!

Enter the mobster dubbed self-sabotage! I don’t wanna be with any of those girls, I don’t wanna go to the party, I don’t wanna make the drive to my friends, I don’t wanna put on a costume and get shit faced and meet some amazing new girls. And yet I feel so unwanted.

Wtf?! Right?! After reflecting, and observing, I see that it’s me being 7 years old and feeling unwanted. Unwanted by my parents, by my classmates, by girls, by my brothers, by everyone. And there I am, my 7-year-old self still running the show being angry, and my not 7-year-old self using my brain to justify all the excuses I’m making to blow everyone off so I can feel this way!

How to get over this self-sabotage? In the short term, action. In the long term, doing the work. I had 10 days off work that I wanted to do my first solo trip to England. What happened? I justified the fuck out of why I shouldn’t go and didn’t. And in a month is my rematch. Planning to go somewhere hot, Costa Rica maybe? Nicaragua? I dunno. But I feel the justification kicking in so my 7 year old can sabotage the fuck out of it. How do I overcome this?? Pick a place, book the ticket, hope I make it back lol.

So there you have it. Observe close enough and you’ll see it happening. It’s all just a story, and the facts tell a whole other story.

Peace & love. Always & forever.

Where do I even begin this?!

So I’m sure reading this blog you know very well what my intentions are here. To vent about anything and everything, and to share some knowledge and insights I’ve picked up along the way. After all, what the point of learning and growing if you never get to share them with anyone?!

So this story starts out last week on Wednesday. The ex and I have to communicate still because of a seminar we signed up for together when we were still dating and we broke up almost a month into it leaving about 7 more sessions left before the end. This last one was #9.

I message her Wednesday to find out if she still wants a ride and, the previous seminar we agreed we would go to this lounge after the next seminar. So I message, she asks if I still want to go, I said yes but suggested we grab food before instead of after since it’s our custom to do so. She responded all weird and wanted to talk on the phone. She calls and proceeds to light me, accusing me of wanting to get back together and I’m trying to take her out on a date and why am I still having out with her sisters and family and friends. I basically tell her to fuck off, she can’t dictate to me what I can’t and can’t do, that privilege was lost when she broke up with me. So we get into it. I’m confused but it’s resolved by the end of the call.

Thursday comes along, I pick her up, she’s being standoffish and weird. Not a lot of words are said. We start driving and I start into it, about the fact that we completed the relationship and we created a friendship that was good for the both of us, and she veered off from that and I’m still committed to what we created. We also agreed that if anything changes for either of us that we would recreate it. So her thing now is that her heart still has feelings and can’t move on but her mind is telling her to move on. Her feminine and masculine are basically fighting each other. So I suggest that we create us having no more communication period so that she can move on. Well, she loses it on me for that too, why am I being so extreme?! I’m even more confused now. So I’m like, fine then you tell me what you want to create and we’ll do it. She’s like, just do nothing!! Leave it the way it is, there no problem to solve and nothing to recreate. So I did. And for the rest of the ride there, I didn’t speak much, she did though. The seminar was the same, I was quiet and she talked. By the end, she was lit up and wanted to leave early so we go to the lounge and have fun. I guess me leaving her alone gave her energy and she felt great. Well, the night was amazing! We had the best time, I was like… Omg, I get my friend back!! She reminded me of all the amazing times we had and despite all the crap I went through, this was the reason I stayed with her. When she’s happy, she’s the best person to be around. So we went back to her place, slept in the same bed, woke up and I dropped her off at work. We were like besties again. I loved it!

So the next day came, the texts flew back and forth, jokes, pics, friendship renewed! Amazing right? Well, now it’s Friday. Saturday goes by. Sunday goes by. So now it’s Monday. Her sister is back from Belize and is bringing me something super delicious in liquid format 😉. And since I haven’t seen her in ssssooooo long, worked out great that I popped by, grabbed my stuff, and hung out. So I do that. We hang at the house for a bit, I take her out to lunch as a thank you for bringing the stuff over. We hit up a super nice spot in town, one not the ex’s fave places, mine as well. So of course, she snaps a couple pics for the IG story. Not even thinking about it, she posts. And within minutes her phone is blowing up. She’s ppiisseedddd!!! Her other sister, who I also Rep Zija with, messages me being like…. Oh, sheeesss mmmmaadddd!!!! And why? Cause I’m hanging out with them. Like I told her, you can choose to leave the relationship but you can’t dictate to me what I can/can’t do. Just cause we broke up, doesn’t mean I have to break up with this whole life I have going on there now. You can leave, doesn’t mean I’m gonna leave too.

So we wrap it up, her sister has to meet the ex at 5 at her work. So I tell her I’ll drop her off but outside on the street. I’m not walking into a battle zone. So we’re almost at her work and who’s walking down the road and sees us?! Yupp!! And SHE’S PPIIISSEEDDD!!!! Red, angry, just livid. Her sister sees this, panics, opens the door and pretty much rolls out of the car while it’s moving. It was insane! The back story is that the ex is the bully of the fam and used the beat the fuck out of her growing up, so she’s a little traumatized. So when the ex is mad, everyone knows what happens!! So anyway, she rolls out of the car, I proceed to speed up, but she is watching this go down, as soon as I get close, she yells….. PULLL OOVVEERR I WANT TO TALK TO YOU!!! 😤😤😤 So I do.

She gets in the car, slams the door, puts the windows up, starts going off on me. Basically, she said that after we spoke about this on Thursday and in told her that it’s her issue and she has to learn to deal with it, that in the past 2 hours she realized that she can’t. So gives me the ultimatum of, if I want to continue to hang out with her fam then her and I can no longer be friends. So I reply with “OK, got it. Anything else?” she replies with “NO” I reply with, “OK bye”. She leaves.

So I do what every man would do at this point…. I drive to her parents’ house to say bye lol. Ok not a good way to quiet a situation, but wtf, it’s already lit up, might as well pour more fuel on it, right?! So I go there, say bye, they invite me in. They know what’s up cause she’s called the house twice already losing it that they are inviting me over all the time. So we have this crazy heart to heart. So I tell them that I’m not sure what to do. I’ve asked both sisters and said: “don’t you fucking listen to her, she can’t tell you what to do!” So after telling them what’s been going on, I ask them what they think I should do. After all, I’m still a decent guy, I don’t want to cause this huge rift in the family. Her dad responds with….” well we’re just gonna have to keep this on the DL then” lmao. For her mom to say that would be normal, she’s alienated her whole fam and almost broke up her parents’ marriage multiple times and HATES her mother. So if her mom said it, I could see why. But she’s daddy’s girl and he would do anything for her. So for him to say that was like… WWHHHAAAA!!! So we agree to not post anything on social media about me being there or if ever we’re together. At the end of the day, people will always do what they want to do. You can either make it so they tell you what’s going on, or they will do it behind your back. It’s really that simple. The one thing she will never learn is that you have no control over the external world, only the internal. And her control freak nature has her trying to control and manipulate everything around her. Life around us is like sand, hold on to it too tight and it’ll slip right through our fingers. Open up your too much and it all falls out. It’s all about the cradle effect.

So a week goes by, and it’s Easter weekend. Her fam comes down to visit her grandma that lives close to me. So, of course, I get the invite to come by and spend the weekend, even sleep over. I tell them I’ll be there but I’ll sleep at my own place. So we hung out for 3 days. Every night at the end of the famjam, her sister and I would go hang out, hit the gym, have some drinks and have the most incredible conversations. Ssssooooo much came out. All the things I had no idea were the way they were. The entire time she would tell me that I’m crazy for staying in the relationship for that long, they all thought I would have left so long ago and all stunned as to how I was able to stand her for this long. I mean really the answer is easy. Love. It makes us do the most insane things. But after hearing all the talk from her entire fam, I couldn’t have been surer that I was brainwashed by love and gave up my soul to be with this girl. A heavy price to pay for such a cheap product. The fact is that I did what most haven’t been able to. I gave her exactly what she has been asking for her whole life since she was 8. And when she got it, she decides it’s not what she wants anymore. At least not yet. Figuring that I’m so hooked that she can go fuck around for a couple more years and when she’s got that out of her system she can come back and I’d take her back. Hell, she probably still thinks that right now. But the reality is this, opportunities don’t pass by like clouds. You have a chance to snatch it up as it going by, but if you let it go expecting it to be there ‘when your ready’ or wait ’till your ready’, your gonna have one helluva rude awakening when you’re finally ready to act on it.

So there we are sitting around the kitchen table talking up a storm and Grandma (not my grandma but her grandma which I’ve essentially taken as my own grandma now lol) asks when we’re all gonna go on vacation together?! So after all was said and done, we decide we’re all going to Cuba!! The whole fam, we’ll minus the ex of course lol. It’s crazy that she’s that much of a menace that her whole fam would trade me for her. Hell her own mother was like, “we’d trade your for her any day” lol. Kinda mean, yes. But I mean the truth is the truth, fuck the haters. The fact that I put up with her shit for so FUCKIN LONG is unbelievable. The old saying holds true. For every super hot girl you see, there’s at least 1 person in the world that hates her guts.

So now we’re planning this trip and we’re all on edge. Me especially. This girl still had the ability to strike fear into my heart lol. We all have no idea what to tell her. She’s asking everyone if I’m going and we’re all dancing around it. She everyone nominates grandma to talk to her about it. She so gangster. She’s had many talks with me about this. Telling me, I can’t let this girl control me or what I do. They want me to be in that fam and still come see them and they are all like, “don’t let her tell you what to do, she doesn’t control you!!

So she messages her, tells her, and even then still dances around it. But the picture is clear, or so it seems. So over the next few days, I set it all up, find the best resorts, best prices. Take care of them all. And the ex is still asking. And no one will give her a straight answer, everyone dances around it. I could be a pick and make it obvious, blast it on social media for her to see, but no. Not my style. I’m not gonna throw this in her face, not my style. So instead I’m going to go off the grid for the time being. Media blackout. So no posting anything while I’m on the way, while I’m there, or when I’m back. It’ll have to be all Throwback Thursday posts from now on lol.

Her grandma is so funny and so gangster. She makes me promise her that I will never leave no matter what the ex does. And I don’t see how I gsm now, I’m running a business with her sister, who also is a big advocate for me not ever letting her control me. But if your a man reading this and you’ve been in a situation where you fell in love with a girl so deeply, so madly that it consumed you so much that you would have done anything, even give up your own life for them…. Then you’d know what I’m talking about. It becomes a sort of a Stockholm syndrome situation. So consumed with everything about them that it totally takes over, and the man that once mighty became a puppet at the whim of a little girl. It’s a dangerous place to be.

So the tickets are booked, her 2 sisters, mom, grandma, and aunt. Me and 5 ladies lol. The story of my life lol. But as far as the relationship with the ex is concerned, that ship has sailed, in fact, that ship has sunk to the bottom of the ocean never to be seen again. And the healing begins. No contract whatsoever. It’s really the best way to go about it. Our very last seminar together, which is this Thursday was supposed to be the finale. But things have been cut short. I will not be attending, she will be getting there and back on her own. The first experience of me not being there when I said I would. Her life now does not take importance over mine. She made her bed and has to lie in it. For now, my #1 goal is to recover the masculine energy that was lost along the way. Get back to focusing on me, what I like, what I want, and what I want to be in this life. Everyone in her life essentially begged her to reconsider, knowing her and knowing what I bring to her life. But she refused and wants to go at it alone, to find her passion, to discover herself. The sad part is, she’s not going to like what she actually discovers when she reaches her stated destination. And that, is no longer my concern.

This journey of 1000 steps had to start at some point with just one. I’m not talking about my life journey, that’s a whole other one running simultaneously. We have so many journeys and so many first steps all running at once, the more we take on, the more we grow. That’s really all it is. We already getting ready to get ready. Getting ready to start a new journey, getting ready to take the next step in that journey, getting ready to end that journey, getting ready to start another journey. It’s really a never-ending process of getting ready to get ready to get ready. And this was my first step in Man Finding His Edge journey.

So I said yes. Wth, I’ll go to Cuba. This might not seem like a big deal, but in my world it’s huge. I’ve always avoided travelling to resorts cause I see it a thing for couples. Even being in a hotel room for me somewhere makes me think, I need a girl there with me. Whatever happened to me when I was younger has led me to this line of thinking. So I’ve never gone anywhere. I didn’t even have a passport before I met Christie (the ex). Which btw I’m sure grateful happened or else… Well or else 100 things, one of them is travel. So anyways. The only times since then, which has been 12 times in 2 years, that I’ve gone down south was with her or to meet her there. This time was gonna be the very first. And I didn’t expect that arriving here would be such a trigger for me but it was HUGE!!

Long story but the place I wanted to go, all the flights were booked, so had to take a different flight to another city and cab it the 4 hours to where I wanted to be. That was… Very interesting. I can’t speak Spanish, at all! I was in a cab with a man, his wife, and his child. We made lots of stops. And neither of us could speak a lick of the other’s language. Made for a lllooonngggg trip. But I really got to see a side of Cuba I bet most never get to see. And there’s not much. Literally. Shrubs, small trees, and this blood-red soil. But lots of cows! Everywhere. Cows, goats, horses…. Everywhere! I could literally count how many people I saw in cars driving on the road. It seemed like we had the whole country to ourselves. Not what I was expecting.

We arrive at the hotel, I’m met by my uncle and his Cuban wife and her family. 2 nights here, then we take off to the village and live like real Cubans live. That’s tomorrow so I’ll update when that happens.

So I check in, get a quick tour, and head to my room. I walk, close the door, and break the fuck down sssooo FUCKIN hard I can’t even describe the emotional anvil that dropped on me. Every trigger at once. The plane, the crazy cab ride, the hotel (which was a resort, even worse), the room that’s meant for 2 people with only 1 in it, the smells, the sounds, the little tiny things that looked exactly how our place in Belize looked. I just wanted to turn around and get on a plane and get the fuck out! But I knew I couldn’t. I would never let myself quit, fail that hard. But it was like being at a 7, walking into the room and dropping to a 1. I was so far out of my comfort zone, so far over the edge that I was panic mode, unable to digest everything around. At this point it wasn’t healthy, it was me dangling over the edge holding a rope. Not standing at the edge looking down, still in full control.

So I did what most men don’t. I asked for directions. I called Tracy. (If you haven’t read my stuff you won’t know who she is but Tracy is my landmark seminar manager. And quite possibly the most amazing woman I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet.) So she starts off the call with “why the fuck are you calling me from Cuba”?! I reply with, “I know, right”?! So I start talking and I’m getting so choked up, eyes welling, almost unable to make words come out of my mouth and when they did it was like a flood of gobbledygook. She slows me down, and we go into the most amazing conversation. Well, all our conversations are amazing. Legit, I go from a 1 to a 4 in 1.5 hours. And by the end of the night, I was at a 7 again. But it took help.

Why? What happened there? How did I sink so fast and come back up? Well, it’s all perspective, how we choose to see something. If 2 people had a mug in front of them, sitting opposite each other, how would they describe that mug? Or a pad of paper. Or anything really. Perspective changes with where your standing. Literally and figuratively. And when there’s something we can’t, we need a spotter to tell us what’s going on so we’re able to maneuver around or else getting out would take so much longer and would be so much harder.

For me, I needed Tracy to point some things out to me. My journey is that of rediscovering the masculine man I am that all but withered away during my 2-year relationship with the ex. I turned soft. Unsure of myself. I stepped so far back from the edge I couldn’t even see it anymore. I get like that with people I’m afraid to lose. And it’s because I give them more value than I give myself. And I had to learn to take that value back and give it to the only person that really matters in my life. Me. And that involved me stepping just far enough out of comfort zone where I felt the fear but not so far out that it gripped me. Tracy helped me to take a couple steps back and be in a place where the fear was there but not overwhelming. How? Appreciation. Being in the moment and appreciating the place I’m at as a place I need to be to grow, that was huge. It’s like the story of the crab. The crab only knows to shed his old shell and take on a new, bigger one, when he feels the discomfort of growth. It has to happen or else he’d be a little tiny crab his entire life. That discomfort is the edge. Doing something we know we don’t want to do due to fear and discomfort. We do it anyways. Let the fear be our friend. Be with the fear till it becomes an ally and not an enemy. Then and only then can we live life fully, not being pushed around by the person we “know ourselves to be” based on all of the past experiences. That person lives in the past. To be the man that lives into his future we must drop all understanding of who we think we are and allow greatness to pour into our lives from places we didn’t even know existed. What will show up will confront us, trigger us, place us on the edge. To the point that we want to step back. But we don’t. The man that lives into his future self will have to learn to have discomfort and fear be a friend, a guide, showing us that this is where the growth lies. This is the direction of our mission in life, whatever that is. The mission that will have us sacrifice even the most perfect relationship, let alone a relationship that was based on circumstances and fantasy.

So I went out with my uncle and his wife, I was in full appreciation of where I was and the brand new experience I was experiencing. Got back to the room, slept like a baby. Woke up to breakfast, coffee, and the beach. And I was good. But the goodness comes from constant work. We can’t go from a 1 to a 9 overnight without the work. The reason is that 9 isn’t insta-bliss. Without the groundwork laid down, 9 is torture! The man that is able to face his demons having done the work will be the man that laughs in his demons face, puts one arm around their neck and says… Let’s grab a drink. The man that’s at a 4 would shit himself at the same occurrence. Life happens in the work, not the destination. The work is where life fully shows up and where we fall in love with ourselves. It’s where we learn our worth and our value. Where we learn to never give discounts. You think there are discounts on a Bentley? No! Hell, they don’t even advertise! You know what your getting and they will not give you discount to bring you in or keep you.

So there I was. In the place that floods me with triggers and I was so appreciative of so much. Like not having to see if she wants to go to the beach, I just go when I wanted. Not having to leave cause she wants to. Not worried about wearing my sandals inside the room cause of the sand I track in. Taking a nap when I want. Eating/drinking when and what I want. Not having to compromise. I’m just happy I’m on a beach in nice weather. She would be complaining about how this place isn’t that nice compared to other places I’ve taken her. The whole time I’d be running around making her happy and forgetting my own happiness. And now it’s time for me to get back there. Eventually, I’ll get back into a relationship, but by then I would have learned a lot of valuable lessons. Like the lesson of, your mate should be your best friend that you have sex with. Seems obvious right? Not really. We don’t treat them or behave the same way around our gf’s as we do our best friends. Why? Well, that’s a whole other blog post! For now, enjoy the journey!

2016 came around and I met, who I thought would be my future wife. I was already seeing someone and had to break it off with her to be with this new one. Not an easy task since I was in love with the girl I had been seeing. Even though we only dated for 3 weeks, I was in love with her. But it was an easy decision to make. This one was my future. She had everything for I ever wanted in a girl. Worked out, entrepreneur, smart, gorgeous, exciting, going places. And she was a virgin at 23! True unicorn. So I bit. Dumped the old one and had my second date with the new one on the sunny beaches of Belize. Off to an amazing start. Till I started losing confidence in myself. And it went downhill from there. A year later we break up. 3 months later we get back together only to break up again. Reason? The love for myself had all but disappeared and got replaced with love for her. I needed her now. I held in on such a pedestal that I couldn’t even see what was happening. And what was happening was I had become attached to her in such a way that I needed her to give me all the things I thought I now lacked in myself.

This girl is very strong-willed. Selfish. And had to be her way. And I attached myself to her in a way that without her I couldn’t live my life anymore without her. From her, I got my importance, my validation, my love, my independence, my freedom. And now I was afraid to lose her. Cause if I lose her then I lose all the things about me I want. The way I’ve always wanted to be. With her I was strong, independent, loved. But I was using her as a crutch to fulfil the things I no longer thought could on my own. A terrible place to be. What ends up happening is me operating from a place of fear and not a place of love. In that fear state, I was very afraid to lose her so I let her get away with everything. And in the end, she ended up walking all over me and eventually out on me. I’ve only been dumped once before in my life, the very first girl I’ve ever dated and I said I’d never let myself get to that again. Also not healthy, cause that in itself is operating from a place of fear. Preventing me from so many amazing experiences. A year or so before meeting this latest girl, I met a girl who made me see that I was walled off, never allowing a girl to penetrate to my heart. So I vowed that I would open up and love like I’ve never been hurt before. So I did. And it was both an amazing and a destructive experience. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.

After every time this last girl broke up with me, I was able to see something about myself that I had never seen before. 2016 came and I thought it was the year of growth, I grew so much with her. 2017 came and we broke up and I regretted not taking on all the growth possible with her. We broke up and not 2017 was the real year of growth. Definitely a year I grew a lot. But now 2018 came and were back together and I thought it would be the year I make it big. Turns out I had not grown enough. Something was definitely still missing. That “thing” that was in my blind spot I still wasn’t able to see still existed. As long as we stayed together I got what I wanted out of life, even if the “thing” hasn’t shown itself to me, cause it obv wasn’t that important. Well turns out I was wrong, and I’m not wrong often.

After this breakup, I can now say without a shadow of a doubt that 2018 Is the ultimate year of growth lmao. Sound funny? Cause it is! It’s messed up. Cause 2019 will come and will REALLY be the year of growth! The truth is that the thing I’ve always wanted in life was growth. And someone to grow with, grow together. But the reality is that growth isn’t something we can do with someone else. That’s where the smoke and mirrors of Hollywood comes in to play. We can only grow alone, and when we have grown to be the best version of ourselves is when that one that we have been searching for comes along.

WE ATTRACT WHAT WE ARE AND NOT WHAT WE WANT

So what has 2018 given me for me to make it my “year of growth”? Well, the piece of the puzzle that baffled me. The cause of the breakup of this, and every other relationship I’ve ever had. Lack of self-love. And from that lack of self-love comes lack of self-confidence. This is a strong woman that wants the strong unrepentant man that will protect her, provide the space she needs to grow, and yet put her in her place when the time comes! And I didn’t do that. And she even told me that at the end. “I wish you had put me in my place more”. Why? Cause women don’t really even know what they want. But what they always want is a man that’s confident and powerful. They need the chemistry. Without it, it doesn’t matter how amazing you are, she will walk out every single time and look for something exciting, even if it’s not the best thing for her.

Why is it that when I don’t like a girl all that much she won’t leave me alone? Cause I don’t let her get away with anything. She always knows where the door is and is always welcome to use it anytime she wants. She knows I won’t chase her and it drives her crazy! The reason this girl was so interested in me to begin with is cause we matched on tinder and I didn’t message. So she messaged me and I didn’t respond. So she added me on Instagram. I was hard to get. I want available to her like most guys would be. And she wanted more. And then once I had her I gave her all the attention in the world. And it pushed her away. I gave her respect and she didn’t want it, she wanted love. She wanted chemistry. She wants what most girls want. Well, what most humans want. The thrill of the chase. And I was in a cage now and no fun anymore. And I’m still not out from under her spell. Anyone else and they would be so done. But I keep wanted to spend time with her. And it pushes her more and more away. And it’s ok, cause this was not “the one”, but she did show me what’s available to me out there when a man like myself has total confidence in himself, and what it’s like when that man loses that confidence. And so it’s time to get the confidence back. And not for her, but for myself this time. For my present and future life. And not for my past life. This girl was amazing while it lasted, and from her, I’ve learned a great deal. And now it’s time to give myself all that love, and in the process find my self-confidence!