A novel idea!

I am considering writing a story titled, “True Love: My Gradual Transformation Into An Emotional Eunuch.” The basis for the story is a young man named Joe who dates a lot of women. Each relationship sees him deal with disdain, heartbreak and detachment. He gets married and has children with his wife. He is happy until he discovers that she is committing adultery with his brother. Upon confrontation, she takes his children and leaves him. At 40, he is a fresh divorcee facing the challenge of re-learning the ropes of dating. He encounters more disdain, more heartbreak and is treated with more detachment. Then one day he meets Angie. She realizes what a treasure Joe is. She sets out to secure his heart forever. Joe is unable to match her passion, and lapses into treating Angie with the same disdain that he has been treated with. After multiple attempts to secure his heart and love him, they agree that it is better to remain friends. Fate intervenes. Realizing that they are meant to be together, they race out and jump into their vehicles. Racing toward each other’s houses, they frantically attempt to call each other. Driving distracted, they plow into each other at 75 m.p.h. Unable to exit their vehicles, true love dies in the ensuing fires that consume both vehicles.

So, there you have it. Let me know what you guys think! Who knows, perhaps it will be a best seller one day!

Freeman out!

Tooth pain, and my concerns about love.

My teeth are killing me. I have arrived at the point where I want to knock my teeth out with a hammer (or pay someone to do it). 20, count em out, 20 pain pills and half a bottle of liquid pain killer has not even lessened the pain. It should be said that I have taken 20 throughout the day (not all at once). I apologize if this thing seems sideways. My head is spinning like a whirly something.

Tomorrow marks my parents 49th anniversary. That is a long time. Between taking pills and drinking them, I have thought about what it means to love someone. How do you know that you love someone? Is there a smell? Does your heart race every time you seem them? Or is it something deeper than that? Congratulations to my parents on achieving this tremendous feat.

I am 45 years old, bald, obese and retired. There is little that I have to offer anyone in the realm of love. Companionship and sarcastic wit I could provide, however, when it comes to love people tend to be more attracted to people who are financially secure, decent looking, motivated and more. Thus, my claim that I have nothing to offer. It seems that I may be destined to spend the rest of my life alone. Maybe it’s the drugs but that seems doable.

It’s not that I don’t want to be loved or in a relationship that is healthy. Far from it, it would take a special someone who understands me to put up with me. Then there is me wanting to pick who I spend the rest of my life with (naturally they would have to pick me as well). Given the state of the world today, one is forced to question if true love even exists anymore. There are several examples that I can recall where people thought they were in love….but no, they decided to do something else.

In case I am not clear in saying they did something else, here it is in plain English: they chose to cheat. As I grow older, I realize the futility of spending time with the wrong people. I also don’t want to get married right off of the bat. Let’s take it slow, think it through (but don’t overthink it) and have fun together. Now to be fair, I have been known to fall in heat very quickly. Usually, it doesn’t last a week when that happens. So, if I stick it out for a year or more, there is something deep and rich there.

There is something fulfilling about being in love. Experiencing the world with someone who chooses you as their traveling buddy is as good as it gets. When the other person desires to be with you, there is nothing else like it on the planet. The air smells cleaner, the sun shines brighter and you feel like the richest person on Planet Earth. When it is wrong, there is nothing else like it either. You will know when you have the wrong one.

Here is my concern: Am I enough to make someone happy long-term? My mother and father have set a tough example to follow. 49 years is a lot of not giving up on each other. It is a lot of frustrations, anger and making up. It is moments of joy, tears, failures and victories. Together, they have built a life worth sharing. They have fought for each other and tomorrow they will share another year together. I honestly believe that love is blind.

You must be aware of each other’s faults but willing to understand that your life is better with the other in it. That is the only way to make a marriage last 49 years. Great. My tooth pain is now on both sides. There are going to be moments of pain in a long-term relationship, but you must be able to work it out and overcome it together. Therein lies my conundrum, can I overlook the faults of my partner and accept them for who they are? After a year together, I hope that I have proven that I am loyal to the idea of us. Sure, I get frustrated and if she is being honest, so does she. However, the key lies in forgiveness. You accept each other, and try again.

If life has taught me anything it is that persistence pays off. You try, fail and try again. Love is no different.

Well, my teeth still hurt but at least this blog is out of my system. You guys take care.

Freeman out.

Love, marriage, partners….and labels?!

I moved back home to Mississippi, 1 January 2016. During this time, I have heard numerous people exclaim, “all men are dogs!” I beg your pardon? Many of the culprits are young women who are married. It has been interesting over the course of these past three years to watch their marriages disintegrate into an empty shell where love once resided. Interesting in the sense that it is a sad state of affairs.

Why are so many people using the term listed above so often? In what regards are you referring to men as animals? Who do you think that you are? What gives you the right to label an entire gender based off of a bad experience that you had? No wonder your marriage is in the sewer.

Love requires sacrifice. It also requires that partners’  respect each other. Hard times come when you decide to build a life together. Yet, riding out the storm should be easier when you have someone to experience it with. Divorce is at an all-time high. Surely, it would not have anything to do with a lack of respect for each other. 

There has been no end of me watching men and women bad mouth their partners. It seems that most of them want an audience to see them rip apart their partner for some minor infraction. The vows that were taken at the altar were once sacred. They meant something, the words were not hollow locution. 

Today’s society has targeted men to such an extent that no one sees anything wrong with it. Is it screwed up? Blame a man! There are men who behave like dogs. They run around on their partner, lie with anything that will get in bed with them, can be abusive and are generally worthless. However, that is not ALL men. 

I wonder how these women would feel if I decided to label the entire gender of women as ditsy? It would not take long for women who have worked their butts off to reach their pinnacle to become upset over it. Professional women who have sacrificed to achieve success in male dominated industries would not be happy. Nor should they be. Labeling each other is wrong.

A marriage worth having requires maximum effort (thanks Deadpool)! It does not just happen. Sacrifice is a large part of it. When things get hard you don’t throw in the towel. You find a way to make it work. Tearing down your partner, at home or in the public, should never happen. You should lift each other up. When one part of the team struggles, the other partner should be there to help. That is how you build a marriage.

That is going to do it for today’s blog. You guys take care and I will catch you next time.

Freeman out.

 

This weekend

This past weekend was a chaotic cluster. To be fair, we had outreach this past Saturday and it was successful. We made contact with over 100+ people at Mineral Springs Park. It was everything that we hoped it would be. However, someone asked me if I was getting married. Privacy is an absolute in the small world that I inhabit.
This did not go over well for me. I ended up putting mileage on my boots as I walked around the park. Internally, I was seething. Do I want to get remarried at some point in the future? Absolutely. If and when we decide to get married as a couple, we can make an announcement for everyone at one time.
Then Sunday rolled around. I have been praying for a burden, and needed to consult with my pastor concerning the next step. As we spoke, I brought up ministry and divorcees. He brought up marriage (indirectly, I think.). What are the odds that two ministers would bring up marriage? Coincidence, I think not. However, marriage is still a long way off. If the time comes, then I will make every effort to be the man that I should be for her. I will not give up on the marriage, and I will always be supportive of my partner and her goals. That is all.