Happy Wife, Happy Life

Hello My Lovelies! Excuse my tardiness, school is back in session and my assignments are due on Thursdays too. I’m still finding balance…but you understand, right? I might move the blog to Friday ;- ) So today I want to talk about gender roles. I’m gonna touch on a little bit of everything but you know I want to hear your opinion lol. So yesterday I posted a video on my personal Facebook page of what APPEARED to be a young lady proposing to her man. Let me paint the pic for you! She, with her little white dress, got down on her knees and said something lol. Because they were in a loud club I don’t know exactly what she said but that’s neither here nor there. He looks at the ring, sips his drink, and his posture kinda gave me a “that’s what’s up” vibe. I didn’t expect him to do cartwheels or cry but thennnnn, when she gets up off the floor, she has to pull him up to embrace her -_-.  I have heard several opinions on this and you already know the name of the blog is SAVED, Single,

An Open Letter to Black People From A White Guy: Before I begin, I want you to understand that I do not race hate. I love all races. That being said, I strive to usher in an era of peace and love between all people. I don’t have national or international influence (yet) but I do have influence within my own sphere of the world. My purpose for writing this is not to divide or cause strife but to bring understanding. Understanding precedes healing. Now…. Let’s do this. Dear Black People,             I first want to say that I am sorry. I am sorry for everything that has happened since the beginning of history. As far back as my books go, it is clear that there has been a divide. White and black have never mixed. They have never been seen as equal and nobody can pretend like they have been. I am sorry for the events over the past 2 weeks. I am sorry that you have to constantly worry about your kids coming home and I am sorry that the very people paid to protect and serve are

This is a long one guys.... As I write this, warm tears fall down my face. As I write this, I am filled with anger. As I write this, I feel helpless. And sadly, as I write this, I fear that my black father, my black brothers, my black cousins, or my black friends could be the next hashtag that floods my timeline. I have struggled with words all day. I have been on the phone with people ALL day as they voice their frustration, fear, and helplessness. I woke up with this heaviness that I can’t explain. My heart was already heavy for #AltonSterling but then to hear and SEE the death of #PhilandoCastile was a bit much. I couldn’t stop…I couldn’t stop the tears and I couldn’t stop the hatred I was feeling. I am saved, I love the Lord, and for a moment I felt hate in my heart. It doesn’t take away my salvation but it simply confirms my humanity. Every day I wake up black. I work HARD for everything I have. I’ve never been in trouble with the law (outside of a heavy foo