I’ve struggled with setting boundaries with family and in my romantic relationships all of my adult life. For a long time, I didn’t see that I had a problem. Isn’t it natural to sleep with an ex after not hearing from them in 6 months? I mean, he sounded so sweet on the phone and he asked to come over nicely. Isn’t it just cordial to wait for your date at a bar when he’s an hour late and “on the way?” The poor guy came all the way from the tippy top of the South, South Bronx! Or was that the North? I’ve never been great at directions.
SELF LOVE JOURNEY
“Mami, mami!” Evan cooed as he ran into my arms. I planted a dozen or more kisses all over his face and he giggled loudly as my smooches grew closer to his ticklish neck.
“Come on, Mami!” he exclaimed while pulling my hand. I hesitated like I always do when entering my ex-fiance/Evan’s father’s grandiose home. A home he purchased for himself only a year after our relationship ended. To think he refused to move us from that shitty 1-bedroom basement apartment even after having Evan.
I launched my goal setting planner and I felt damn good about setting an intention and accomplishing a goal. I felt like dancing a merengue ripiao. I felt like singing a faith-filled gospel. I was on a high; surely I would sell 50 copies my first week. Only I didn’t. When I analyzed my sales numbers my heart dropped, my hips stopped swinging, and my voice cracked.
I sold 4 books. FOUR! Commence Self Sabotage Success Sequence.