Facebook Official
I talked myself in and out of this topic about three times
before I opened my laptop to write. Before I get into this topic, I want you
all to know I talked to my ex about what I was sharing. We are still friends, I
still think he is a great guy, and I don’t have any regrets about that
relationship. We don’t men/ex bash over here.
What’s on your mind? The question that Facebook has always
asked. The question that is sometimes filled with the truth and for others what
they wish their truth was. You don’t have to stunt for the book…We know you in
real life lol. I have seen relationships begin and end. I’ve seen job
promotions and the start of new businesses. I have watched friends carry their
babies for 9 months and I’ve seen those same babies get ready for their first
day of school. I have cried with Facebook friends as they have had to bury loved ones,
celebrated with them as they have moved, graduated and got a new car. I’ve seen
the weight loss pics, the sweating in the gym pics, and if you’re like me, gain
some of it back pics (me and food need to break up for real this time lol).
What am I saying?? Social media, the internet, these
apps…play a big role in every aspect of our lives and we want to share it.
Likes don’t motivate me but they’re cool (my love language is affirmation lol)
…But if your life is consumed with “likes” then the absence of those blue
thumbs have the potential to break you too. So, before I get started forreal I
want you to know this blog is all over the place…I had a topic in mind then as
I started writing it took on a mind of its own. So, here’s a very honest part
of my life…a part that I haven’t shared because of fear…a part that has been
dormant for exactly 9 months and now it’s time for me to release this thing.
I pride myself on being open and honest. Probably because I
don’t think there are enough people who are honest…or at least honest where it
matters. Ya know? Honest about the things that could actually help the people
who are around us. We all have those people who post EVERY aspect of their
lives…*Going to the bathroom* *Opening the refrigerator* *Smelling the milk to
see if I can get away with it another day* *changing the light bulb*…you get it
lol! Being a “public figure” I didn’t mind sharing pieces of my life because if
people can draw strength from it, I was cool. If you are new to this blog,
please take some time and read some of the other pieces. I talked about being a
side chick, I talked about my sex life, I talked about how I struggled with
having an ethnic name…there’s not too much I won’t talk about. If I’m getting
free why not help others too. I have had guest bloggers talk about subjects
like infidelity and another one about racism.
However, there was a part of my life that I never discussed
on social media and this is partly because it was nonexistent. I had everything
I wanted…a good job, a couple of degrees, a wonderful and supportive natural
and church family, money, a reliable car (nothing fancy but it’s paid for), a
place to call home with awesome roommates but there was something that I couldn’t
buy, something that I couldn’t control (I am a control freak), something that I
had to wait for (I am a bit impatient too) and that was love.
My last exclusive relationship was with my high school
sweetheart, 8.5 years ago, in between that time and when my ex and I got
together I was in that side chick situation (Read “Confessions of a Side Chick) and some sex situations (Read “Divorced at 19” and “Sex and the Single Woman”) not to
mention online dating (oops did I say that?).
If I had a penny for every time someone told me I was a good
catch I could buy a #1 from Chick-fil-a by now…Dr. Pepper, hold the pickle….and
don’t forget my honey mustard. You’re such a good listener, you’re so pretty,
you have it all together (whatever that means), you have a good job, you’re
educated, blah blah blah. I couldn’t help but to think that there was something
wrong with me. If I’m everything that they say I am then why can’t I get a man.
I’m watching others get in relationships and I know…never mind. So, I had a
friend that suggested online dating. Initially, I was like, “nahhhhh bruhhhh”
because in my mind only desperate people do this…in my mind ugly people do this
(just being honest), and in my mind, I was neither one of these things. My
friend told me she had tried it and met some cool people then I began to get
intrigued by the idea of it…I told you I was being honest.
I felt like I was in
a build a bear workshop. They would know from jump street that I was a church
goer, I was very tall, I wasn’t into smokers, wasn’t into people who practiced
other religions, and the list goes on. All I had to do was adjust the age, job,
family, and religion filters accordingly, right?
One evening while chilling I get a notification that someone
liked my profile. I see his picture...he’s cute, educated, a Christian, we like
the same music…ok, I see you…now what? I’ve never done this before…how do you
start off the convo? Hi? We start to converse…he’s a lawyer, found himself on
the site because he didn’t have time to date the traditional way, said I was
beautiful and wanted to know if I was interested in dinner. I watch too much TV
so of course I play out all these lifetime movie scenarios where he follows me
home, or puts something in my drink, or tries to take my goodies.
I told him that I would like to talk a little more before
meeting and he agreed. We decided to talk on the phone…he gave me his number
and I blocked my number before calling. The phone rings twice, the person says
hello, and I immediately look at my phone three times to make sure I had dialed
the right number because his voice, this voice was sooooo familiar. When I tell
you this dude sounded just like Lil’ Wayne. I knew it was too good to be true,
I knew there was a catch. I can’t date Lil’ Wayne!!!! Buttttttt it wasn’t a
deal breaker…We would continue like this before I finally gave in and decided
to meet him. We went to a nice restaurant. Of course, I brought my purse
because I was not going to assume that he was paying. I decide to wear flats
and I’m so glad I did because he was a little shorter lol. If I would have worn
my heels I would have been 6-7 inches taller than him. He talked about himself
the whole time…IN THIRD PERSON…that was annoying. We went out one other time
then I was like, “you know what? I’m good”.
Why did I let someone talk me into doing this if I was
content where I was? Because I wasn’t content! I felt like my clock was ticking
and I didn’t have a man, a prospect, a potential, a date and I WANT BABIES!!!!!
I was 24 and some change and my little sister is preparing for marriage and
even my little brother had a girlfriend…what was I doing wrong. I was tired of
playing the game…” don’t be too available but don’t play too hard to get”
“Don’t answer the phone all the time but let him know you’re interested” …Why
can’t I say, we’re both single, we like each other, we have some things in
common, we see eye to eye on core values…can we go to the movies or nah? Oh,
that’s right because that’s thirsty.
After my online dating flop, I decided to pour myself into
my 9-5, my Coach Jaleesa endeavors, and into school….and then it happened. When
I wasn’t looking for it, when I wasn’t expecting it…he came out of nowhere. He
(my ex) could dance, sing, cook, he was funny, family-oriented, he went to
church, had a nice car, had money, no kids, had a job, a degree, and he treated
me like a queen. Honey, I was on cloud nine!!! We spent hours on the phone
talking about everything! Music, books, politics, family, life regrets…you name
it! It didn’t take long for us to make it official.
I did something I had
never done before (maybe because I had not had a boyfriend in the 8 years I had
a Facebook lol) I made my relationship “Facebook official” after 6 weeks of
dating. This announcement received 400+ likes, 80+ comments, phone calls,
texts, and inbox messages…someone even shared it lol (didn’t know it was that deep lol). I still waited a
few weeks before even posting a picture and I never tagged his name. Why?
Because my life was public and his was not. I knew people would try to friend
request him and/or stalk his fb page. As our relationship progressed so did my
business. He was supportive of the business and was not upset that I had to
“pencil in” our dates. At this time, I was booking sold out events just about
every weekend while still working my 9-5.
Not too long after getting together I quit my full-time job.
He was there for all of it. One day while talking about the future of Coach
Jaleesa he makes a comment that I laughed at in the moment but it stuck with
me. He said, “Jaleesa, I will not be the Stedman to your Oprah”. He was
laughing but I am a person that believes there is seriousness in every joke…. I
played along but I put that mug in my pocket. Christmas was great, Valentine’s
Day was amazing…what happened next I wasn’t prepared for…He broke up with me.
Why? “Because my success was emasculating”. My response: “I wish you would have
said that you were cheating”. In my mind, if he was cheating at least I could
change my hair and/or my wardrobe so he could see me stunting on Facebook and
see that his new chick ain’t have nothing on me. Childish…I know. But my
“success”, as he called it, I couldn’t change. I couldn’t change the degrees,
the hard work, the sweat and tears. I couldn’t reverse the decision to quit my
job.
I brought back to his remembrance that Stedman and Oprah
joke. He said that he wanted to be with me but he didn’t feel good enough…felt
like he needed to accomplish more. Told me I knew what I wanted in life and he
didn’t. This was a Friday in March. I went through so many emotions…I was hurt
because you knew I was “Coach Jaleesa” before we made it official. I was mad
because I felt embarrassed…not only did I make this relationship public but I
couldn’t keep a man for 6 months…I’m the one who had advice for everyone else,
the one who was a crying shoulder to everyone. I was angry because you’re
breaking up with me for the things that make me great. I felt sick to my
stomach. Men are quick to say that they don’t want a gold digger. They don’t
want someone who is dependent. Yet, when a woman has it “together” it’s too
much…. it’s emasculating.
I called my mother, voice cracking and words mumbled. I told
her that she always taught me to go after what I want and as bad as I was hurting
that I would not dumb myself down or dim my light to make him comfortable. I
cried the remainder of that day. Saturday my homeboy made me get out the bed.
He called and asked me if I had showered…. “NO!”. “Jaleesa, get up and shower I
can smell you through the phone. I’m not playing! I’m on my way over there!” I
showered because I knew he was serious lol. He came over and reassured me it
wasn’t me. “There is nothing wrong with you”, he said. I believed him but tell
that to my hurt feelings. My homegirl came over with Cookout milkshakes (mine
had extra Reese’s) and of course it’s not a break up without playing
“Brokenhearted” by Brandy ft. Wanya Morris from Boys to Men. I sat in the dark
the rest of Saturday. Sunday I danced…because that’s what I know to do. Monday,
I put my feet on the floor to get out the bed but I couldn’t get the top half
of my body out the bed. Oh, but Tuesday! Tuesday I went to 5 a.m. prayer and I
asked the Lord to heal my heart. I had too much work to do...and I had spent one too many days crying over this. I literally felt the Lord heal me in
prayer. I haven’t cried a tear since March 8th.
I didn’t change my Facebook status to single, I just removed
it altogether lol (I literally just made it public yesterday). I didn’t bash him and I didn’t post those bitter posts about
being single or finding a good man. I had my moment privately. Ladies, PLEASE don't let everyone see your meltdown. No one should ever know what you are going through via a facebook status! Wanna know my 4 statuses posted after my break up?
See? No "I can do bad all by myself", "I wasted my time", "Men are stupid" posts. Why? Because every experience is a learning one.
I wanted to
write this because I wanted to be free. That relationship ended 9 months ago,
and this is my first time saying anything about it because I was afraid of what
SOME people would say.
That day I got myself together I continued with my ABC’s of
Success. The letter was G. I put on makeup and combed my hair and I declared
that successful people knew how to “Get over it and Give God Glory”. And that’s exactly what I did. Since then I
have hosted numerous events,
completed a 3-part tour, started a blog ;-),
started preparations to write my first book and the list goes on. Whewwww I
feel so much better. Never will I ever keep my truth to myself because of fear
of what people will think. The reality is they are dealing with their own
demons, their own relationship issues (or lack thereof), their own
insecurities, their own successes, and their own statuses. Thank you guys for
reading this long tail blog lol.
Questions, concerns, or comments? You can comment below or
email me at coachjaleesa@gmail.com.
Love you guys!
**Coach Jaleesa announcement** We all need motivation
sometimes, right? Starting January 2, 2017, I will send out weekly encouraging
emails. They will serve as subtle reminders to keep pushing, be encouraged,
keep pressing and go after IT! Whatever your “it” is ;-) If you are interested
in being added to this email list, please send me an email at
coachjaleesa@gmail.com and use subject Email Encouragement. I promise it will
only be once a week and no spam!
Jaleesa, Jaleesa, JALEESA!!! This spoke directly to my life and previous situationship. Thanks for being so open, honest and encouraging (girl I'm so glad those statues were deleted in 2.5 seconds). I wish you much love, success, and happiness!
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You know how I feel about you! So happy to be connected to greatness.Love you to life!
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