Okay, one of the worst lines in any Hollywood movie. Complete? Seriously?? Like I am not a whole person without you? Really? Then how did I ever survive.....?
Let me start this post on the right note........I complete me. Read it again........ Ain't no body or no thing ever finished what God started. Jenny McCarthy (dumb blond chick who used to date Jim Carrey) wrote a book that I find hysterical and in it she talks about not waiting for the love of her life but BEING the love of her life. What she is referring to is that SHE is the love of her life. I figure I might as well jump on that bandwagon because I have a sneaky suspicion that I may have to be my own LOVE OF MY LIFE for the rest of it.
It isn't that I don't attract men. God only knows why but I tend to have a fair amount of men circling in and out of my life at any time. My best friend Di (who is a gorgeous blond) will always say to me "I never worry about you finding a man Robin, you ALWAYS have men around you". It's true. The problem is they aren't necessarily there for me as much I think God pulls them in for me to do something for them in their lives. I have come to accept my role in life. God has always brought men into my life for a season and then I turn them loose into the wild much better men. I'm not bragging, it's TRUE. I used to threaten to get a T-shirt for each of them that says "You can thank Robin" to give to the NEXT woman in their lives. I have skills. Hell, some of you might be married to my students for all I know. As I've gotten older, I've started to branch out into other generations.
When I was in college, my best friend and I were walking home from a bar and she started to cry. This is one of the most beautiful women I have ever known and she said to me "Robin you are so lucky". I responded, "why yes Della, I think that every young woman who goes through high school and college overweight is incredibly lucky" (and then I threw her off the bridge--no, not really)....she went on to explain to me that I had the wonderful experience of knowing that men "liked" me, that they wanted to "be with me", "hang out and talk", they thought I was "funny". True. Then she went on to tell me something that would change how I looked at "pretty girls" from that day forward. She told me that she had never experienced that before. That she knows that men talk to her because they want to sleep with her. They don't want to talk to her, they don't want to know her and more importantly, they don't even care if they like her. It broke my heart.
I believe that we as women are wired to desire being cherished by the men in our lives. I really do. I think that is what I teach the men who pass through my life. I give them a place where they feel safe enough to learn something new and that is the lesson I teach them. Sometimes it takes a short time, sometimes awhile and apparently for my ex, it took 20 years for him to learn what he needed from me to go on and be a better man for someone else.
No one "completes" me.......but I'm curious if God made someone strong enough to cherish me and teach me something new.?
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