This is a big issue among most couples and women who get tired and chose to be single. Why do men cheat? Even a man who isn’t physically cheating seems to find themselves having a hard time mentally, or emotionally cheating. I know from personal experiences. I wonder though if women understood why, or if we were able to put ourselves in these men shoes, would we have the patience to deal with the infidelity. Would we be able to sympathize and act out of compassion towards them, instead of bitterness. So many families are broken and children lacking both parents due to a hatred and bitterness for the ex cheating. Whether it be the man or woman. Why can’t we forgive and move on to where we can co parent successfully. Why is it that we, woman and men hold on to the bitterness of being hurt and allow it to affect our children, as if our children are to blame for the mishaps and our devil ways that cause our partner to leave. Give me your thoughts ladies and gentlemen. Why do we cheat and why do we let it affect our relationship and God given responsibilities so gravely? What can we do to change this behavior and learn to co parent when we bring children into this world and for some reason we don’t make it to the alter or to death do us part?
Masirah aka Syrup was a true surprise for me. Her father and I when we first started chose the safe route. We decided to take a chance after getting tested for many personal reasons. We were both adults and honestly, I don’t think either one of us thought it would happen so quick. Especially when I just spent two years trying to have a baby with my ex and it never happened.
Nevertheless, after a short two months I was pregnant. It was the 😷 time of my life. I literally slept with Garbage cans on both sides of my bed; and where ever I went in the 🏠 a garbage can came with me. Even worst was being put on bed rest. I had to put my college degree to the side and my job to the side. Both of which I thoroughly doing. Then the @ home issues began. It was far from the best. Masirah though, she was worth it. She was worth every bit of pain, tear, sickness, sadness, anger, joy that I ever felt while pregnant with her. She is my inspiration for following dreams because in every way she is teaching me to never stray from the life you want to live and always strive no matter how hard it gets.
The Angel who Graced this World
Saw baby girl this past weekend and she was sitting in her chair for about an hour when I came. she was enjoying her kisses and being talked to very much.
I decided I want you guys to know something about Masirah every week.
Anyone who knows me knows I call Masirah my living angel. Why, because at five months exactly I was told I was at a very high risk of losing her. They said we need to sew you up and now and want to prepare you because there are risks and how bad the thinning of your cervix is we cannot say for sure this will work. It is better to try then not to. We had no chance to think and just had to hop on board with the bandwagon. Off I went to get sewed up and put what was consider to be progress of my life on hold for the next four months. My living angel was preparing us for the stress we were going to have having her in this world.
Sometimes our bundles of joy aren’t born the way we expect them to be born; or somewhere down the road they develop needs we didn’t expect them to. Here we can talk to each other about those special needs our kids were born with or ended up developing; and be of support and offer advice to one another on how we can find the time to give our babies the extra love they need.