Let Them.
"Who fucked up and made you single" -Some Dude
I'll never understand why people do what they do. That’s why I fucking let them. Yeah, the let them concept can sink pretty deep when their choices don't align with our desires. But I like to think of rejection as Gods protection. Even if they reject you in the worst possible way. Let them. Even if it breaks your heart. Let them. Obviously, there are limitations. We still got to be kind humans. Don’t let anyone put you in a place where you are risking your moral compass values 0r fucking safety just to let them. It’s mainly the concept of freeing yourself from their burdens that makes this so powerful. Allowing yourself to not worry what they choose, because honey, if it isn’t you, why would you fight for someone who isn’t fighting for you? Let them choose what they choose. Let them do what they do. If you can at least understand that you’ll see how powerful letting them and letting God truly can be.
Of course, I understand why I do what I do. If it involves another's feelings, I always try to be mindful of my actions and choices leading up to hard decisions that could hurt people. I'll always say be authentic. Even if it's going to hurt feelings. But the thing about character is, you don't have to be rude or petty. Unless you are a total fucktard. It's a simple text or call stating doom. A relief for you, isn’t always a relief for them. But at least they can be prepared for it. Not be fucking blindsided when a dreary shit bomb lands dead center on your forehead. Like you’re sitting happily under a shady terrace at The Rusty Pelican eating lunch at a white linen table, and all of a sudden... BAM. A bird terd splats on you and your favorite white tee. I’m sure the damn bird felt relief. Jesus. But you are left shit on, but worse. Cause it’s your heart that was actually targeted in this scenario. Sadly, there are people that don't care how others feel. And it is going to hurt when they make up their minds based off lies that they tell themselves. Whether it’s an eight-year dead end, or after you cared about their fucking existence for three god damn months. If they want to get the fuck out of yours, let them. Even if they don't say a word, going silent and disappearing like a bad fucking magic trick that leaves you trying to finish that puzzle with invisible fucking pieces. Let them. Even if you look back at the idiot you now feel like you are, because you helped them with their resume and prayed for them daily. Like thanks for nothing dickwad. God sees. Let them.
I believe that people always show you who they are. Sure, I may wear my heart on my sleeve, but people always get Tiff from the get-go. But just as I am authentic, liars lie to get what they want. Let them, the truth always comes out. Whether it looks like a gorgeous rainbow with a huge pot of gold, or an E-5 shitnado, the truth always touches down. Sometimes it isn’t what we believed it to be. So, they cowardly run back to their sad man cave, that they only wish was their very own Bat-cave. But honey, he ain’t Batman. He isn’t going to save you from the shit storm he just launched onto your beautiful farmland. He is running away like the Joker runs from his own damn explosives, because that’s what he wanted to do to your pure heart. Wreak fucking havoc. While running away into the shadows with some Harley Quinn wannabe, with fake tits, fake ass, fake ass face, and fake fucking everything. Let them! Fake loves fake the same way toxic loves toxic. Thats why I don’t get why there’s nothing a lying fuck boy loves more than an honest and loyal woman. Like dude, there are plenty of sleaze bags at the bars that I’m sure are more on your level. It only makes this lady wish she had a damn unicorn ass ride to rewind time back to that night we locked eyes but keep walking when I see the actual lying jerk for who he truly is. But it begins the same way it ends. Blindsided by a beautiful smile always leads to being blindsided by the ugly fucking truth. . .Let that shit sink as deep as the hope and belief you felt. It’s going to fucking sting. Sometimes we just have to have uncomfortable emotional peace. Let them leave. Walking shit bags always take themselves out. They know who they really are and offer to remove themselves, not kindly. Still, time and time again, the fucked up comical history always repeats itself. These little fuckers always circle back to every place but the damn trash. Because loyalty is real and pure. They can smell our fruity honest floralness the same way we smelt their stank ass shit lies when they surfaced. They remember it the second they get fucked over, thanks to karma. By the wrong choice that fell through the cracks. Keep your bad chem away from me please. I am actually interested in growth and healing and realness, not madness or mindless. You want a freakshow, go to the fucking circus. So, before you paint me a pretty picture with fucking consistency, keep in mind that my heart is pure, so if you do happen to touch it, I'd hope for some sort of mature communication when you fucking decide it ain't for you. Because it will hurt when you leave. But trust me, I get it. We all have different wants, needs and desires. Like I've always said. If it ain't a fuck yes, I don't want it. Life is too short to settle for someone who is unsure about a good fucking woman. My man is going to love every single inch of me, and I will let 'em.
The issue is, they say they want something healthy and steady, then go straight for the same damn bag of shits and tricks. Leaving you as an option for some Dude Where’s My Car alien woman. So, you try to meet someone else and have zero faith in it lasting because you’re still throwing a fit over literal shit. All because you are so damn jaded. When in reality, you my doll are brave as fuck for putting yourself and heart on the line. It's not like we really have any power over anyone anyway. We never really know what could happen. Every chance we take is a risk, and without risk, there is no reward. I put myself out there because I know what the fuck I want. I'm not afraid to disappoint someone if they don't align with my path. Will I be immature and go ghost mode, fuck no. I am a decent fucking human. I don't lead people on with lies just to reap benefits of the parts and pieces that I do like. I want to be with someone who is just as fucking stoked to have someone like me. Although, I'd like to believe that sometimes even good dudes decide they just aren't for you and will speak up. But I'm keener to think they only want to talk the talk if it’s fake ass lying confetti bullshit. Not when it's truth. Maybe I haven't met an honest one yet. Maybe all I've encountered are the fuck boy types with little action and painted pearly words. That's why it's real hard to make me believe otherwise when I say that men lie like women wear makeup. Sure, some of us don't do either. You won't always find me looking all dolled up. But it's our job to decipher the wolves dressed as sheep. Keep your false prophets. I’ll take being ghosted than actually falling for the damn devil any day.
But what these damn "ghosters" don't understand is, when we get ghosted and have no answers, it puts us in idle mode. It hits our nervous systems panic button because we feel the sudden silence hit our core. Asking ourselves what the fuck we did to deserve such a careless act from someone we cared for. Our sudden impulse makes us even believe that something bad happened to them. As if we are waiting for the rain to cleanse a damn shit storm for fucking answers. We hope someday it comes, but sometimes it doesn't. Am I going to sit and make up assumptions that are negative about myself? Fuck no. Am I going to be upset when confirmation heads my way, of fucking course. As the damage has already been done.
Once clarity and confirmation hit, I finally felt like I could breathe again. That’s the importance of fucking communicating. Whether or not actions speak louder, some words need to be fucking said. Even when it hurts, it allows room for healing. To begin again. To start over. To move forward. Because I'd never want to invest in someone who isn't just as invested in me. Even if I did begin that fucking heart filling transaction, at least my conscious is clean. We got to thank God for the nos, as there are always bigger and better fuck yeses down the road. All it's going to take is the right one to get, you know who the fuck you are, out of my system. Three months really isn't that long after all the shit I have hurtled over thanks to my past. But why is it always the short-lived situation that hurts the most? Is it the idea of it not reaching full fucking potential that makes the endings that much harder? Like how you can really end something that never had the chance to fully bloom? It’d be like potting a plant and watching it sprout just to rip it from its roots and throw away while it’s still alive. If you can’t see how fucked up that analogy is, you truly have no soul. Then the ghosts begin haunting those what ifs. But do not allow yourself to create false narratives of hope in your beautiful mind. Say fuck a what if and start to tell yourself what is. Change the narrative and let them worry. Let them have doubts and regret over their childish choices just by letting them. If they truly had merit in your life, they wouldn't have been such a damn coward to begin with. Keep your amazing head up. Let them feel bad for what they chose not to do. Let them ponder. Let them repent. Cause babe, we don’t live with regrets when we give it our all. You already know who the fuck you are. Loyal and kind. Anyone that crosses your path knows this. Don’t ever let someone’s inability to see your worth decrease your value. You are one of a fucking kind. A sparkle in the day and night. A fucking unicorn who deserves way more than a mediocre middle aged balding man who doesn’t even have the audacity to fucking communicate. That my sweet, beautiful girl is what I would call an infant. Although we may bring infants into this universe, we sure as hell don’t date grown men who act like them. Remember who the fuck you are, not a Harley Quinn wannabe, you are more than just a pretty face. Let them think whatever the fuck they want. Don’t diminish your sparkle to even try for a second to understand them. Let them fuck all the way off up and away to their very own Neverland. You may need a place to land but you are smarter than wanting a Peter Pan type of man who only made you fantasize lies.
Darling, everything you feel is valid because you go in authentically. Let them face the consequential karma that they deserve. Let them rest with their own voice of truths. You sleep peacefully. Gods got you. And honey, you got you. And a clear fucking path to venture off onto. It may be hard to let them leave when you only wanted to let them stay, but the right one will always let you. Let you love. Let you in. Let you fucking hold their hand under the damn dinner table. Let you lay on their chest all damn night. Let you call them when you just want to hear their voice. Let you be you and like you more for it. Let you sparkle like a fucking unicorn and shit glittery pink truth fucking confetti. Hell, they will probably too once they realize that they hit the jackpot with you. Yeah, more like the penny slot kind, because of that potty mouth. But hey a win is a win. Let them.
"Let Them"