Year 2012…the year of shattered glass. The year something broke in us that seemed unfixable. The last year I actually felt wanted by him (not referring to sexual desire). Sexual desire…he has always had for me but as the years went on….it did not make me feel wanted. I just felt like a vessel. An empty vessel. 2012 was the year I felt him slipping away from me. I should be ashamed to admit that I stayed in love with a man for almost a decade….not feeling wanted by him for most of it. Yet I bear no shame…at least not anymore. You show me a strong woman and I can promise you that she too has had moments of making a fool out of herself for love….her love for him. I am not alone…I know this in my heart. We women are nurturers…many times to our detriment. Love is all about taking a risk. If we all played it safe and only gave out what we received from our lovers….well…many men would never know the taste of true love…and deservingly so. 🤷🏽♀️ For a second, I had to look back on my 2012 photographs. My skin is flawless and I am still in love. Leopard prints and see through blouses filled our days and nights. Frequently, he would tell me he was happy yet I don’t remember him ever asking if I was happy. In 2012, even with more separation periods, I was in fact…happy. I think this was the last year that he had the ability to make me happy for more than three days. A storm was brewing. An act of God. Unbeknownst to us….we were never going to be the same. I would be betrayed by him and he would look me in my eyes and lie. But we women always know when someone is in our house. That is…if you want to know. I believe he never slept with her but it was a betrayal just the same. This is a difficult concept for men to understand. A woman that truly loves you worries about where your heart goes before your dick…for hearts rule the world and penis can never be as strong as a heart. Penis may go up in the wind (easily) but hearts find homes. Sometimes I wonder if she was funny? Was she still in his life? Was she less complicated than me? Did she even know of my existence? Probably not. 2012 was also the year I publicly disappeared from his life. Date nights became awkward and stressful. I was waiting for the shoe to drop so I could finally breathe a sigh of relief….that I had not imagined it all…made her up in my head to justify reasons to break away from him. In the years to come, I learned that I did not imagine her but I imagined the power she had. She is probably long gone and happily married while…I am writing this to you during love week 2019…. ~KJM dropping Chapter 3 before I head to bed. It’s rare that I am inspired to write at night but there is a fire in me that wants to complete this project. Stay tuned❤️
Year 2011….I turned 30 and unfortunately…the blue/green eyeshadow phase continued! F*ck🤦🏽♀️ Where the hell were my friends?! Why didn’t someone stop me?! 🤷🏽♀️ And yes I was still deeply in love with him. I think this was the first year we actually had a separation period. I started traveling again (Miami and Vegas) and my weave just kept getting longer and longer. And no I do not have a company to shout out because at this point…I WAS STILL WEARING STORE BOUGHT HAIR! 😭 WTF?! But I even threw in some honey blonde streaks….which he did not like. Or maybe it was the length he didn’t care for. He never said a word but his eyes spoke volumes. 🙄 I think this is also the year that I fell in love with pleather (fake leather) and animal prints again….I mean could I be any more Jersey when you put the eyeshadow, pleather, and animal prints together?! 😳🙄🤦🏽♀️ F*ck! Yet my oh so Jersey self was still hanging on to love. When things were good they were great! When they were bad…they were horrible. I wanted more from him but as time went by…I got less. And not less eyeshadow either! F*ck! Maybe my eyeshadow was overcompensating for something?! Sex was still great at this point…especially make up sex. That would be our thing. And I still loved to spend every moment I could with him. Work was slowly picking up for me but not by much. Adulting was still mopping the floor with me but at least I still had him, my eyeshadow, my pleather, my animal prints, and my trips with friends. It was a crazy time yet I still felt wanted. And date nights were still exciting to me. 2011 was still a good year for love (me) and lust (him). ~KJM on Serenity Sunday completing chapter 2 (2011) of my special love week edition. So far, looking back in time does not make me sad…except for the damn blue/green eyeshadow! 👀
It is the beginning of Love Week 2019 and I had an idea. Really the idea came to me last week but I convinced myself that it was too soon for me to open up myself and be vulnerable with you all once again. So I scratched the idea and kept on with my life. Only…this morning, I awoke…feeling the need to share….almost a decade of failed love. My main focus was going to be around my lipstick colors and how I matched them with certain years of….oh yea….my failed love life but then I realized that from 2010-2015, I hardly wore lipsticks except a gold tone one and an occasional splash of Wet N’ Wild’s “Vamp It Up” when I wanted to be bold. I think that color is now discontinued…much like my love life. Lol. But I digress. One thing that had drastically changed from all the years that I was in love with the Ex Factor (2010-2019) was my style….from the crazy blue/green eyeshadow phase that seemed never ending 🤦🏽♀️ matched with bland or gold lips, various hair style changes, the resurgence of my love for traveling, and just me getting to know myself even deeper through every failed year. Most writers probably shy away from writing about what they failed at but not me! Fml. I just put it all out there when I am ready (of course). So here I am…reliving a year…2010 to be exact. It was the happiest I had ever been with any man. I fell so unexpectedly and so deeply on a sun shower day under the Tappan Zee Bridge. Whether it was overcast or sunshine, I felt safe and secure. I felt like he heard me…like he understood me. And even though adulthood was kicking my ass…he was holding my hands through it. I had ALLOWED him to hold my hands through it. 2010 was such an unexpected year. I never meant to fall in love. Never thought it was possible for me to fall so deeply. I fell…I bumped my head…I had anxiety about how two unlikely people would make it as a couple. Even though all the signs were there…that he was not ready and I was not the one…I took the risk and in those rain drops I let him hold my hand and guide me through the storm. Through the ups and downs, I held on tightly. My heart just could not let go. Though I will always wonder…had I been strong enough to let go Labor Day weekend 2010….maybe I would have experienced true love by now? ~KJM on Serenity Sunday. I am hoping I have the time, patience, and understanding to complete each chapter and drop them throughout the week. If I don’t finish…please don’t be upset with me. I am transitioning in my life and that is a terribly hard thing to do while being vulnerable publicly with my thoughts and heartache. One love ❤️ FYI I have already gathered pictures of myself from each year so be sure to check them out with each post.
A few months ago, I was speaking with a male associate, who is in his early 40s, about relationships. He dropped some serious knowledge on me…that my gut told me was true and so close to home. My male associate said that IMMATURE men (pointing this out so that my mature male readers don’t lose their damn minds lol) have a set formula for choosing the girls/women they stay with. Regardless of whether the immature boy/man loves this girl/woman…he will put her through hell and back to make sure she loves him! 😳 You see…we all want to be loved…even these immature boys but only a mature man can reciprocate love. 🙌🏽 Child….did you all just read what I wrote?! An immature man still wants to know he is loved…even if he is incapable of love himself. Woosa! Woosa! I got to breathe in and out deeply because this explains my entire dating life (from ages 15 to 37)! Thus, the woman that an immature man ends up with is not necessarily the one he truly loved. She’s just the doormat that stayed and gave life to his mess…thus allowing him to not mature nor ever grow. NOW WAIT A MINUTE! A woman is only responsible for her own self growth so what we not going to do is lay the blame of an immature man on her lap…that is until she lays there as his door mat. In the form of a doormat, she now becomes something she never was. This doormat buys into the less than lie (that she is less than her man and can never measure up) and thus allows the formula of being less than to grow because she did not demand her worth. Woooo child…imma about to fall out! Been there! ✋🏾 Done that! ✋🏾 Was never meant to be no doormat though! 🙌🏽 Praise be! 🙏🏽 If you do not believe that there is some truth to this less than theory….let’s test it out in real time. Y’all remember that video of “Pastor Gray” and his wife where his wife starts to sweep the stage as she claims she “prayed over that strange woman” her husband cheated on her with.🤦🏽♀️ Really ma’am?! The strange woman you needed to pray over was yourself! You allowed your husband to take NO accountability for his nasty dirty ways! And I truly believe this wasn’t his first time nor will it be his last time cheating on you! All the Lamborghini’s in the world cannot replace a faithful, loyal, and trust worthy husband! Pray on that! And if you cannot get there “First Lady Gray” at least keep that mess to yourself. Do not try to sell it to millions of women! Infidelity is an accountability thing. Your husband took his vows…not the strange woman (who ain’t that strange since she got to easily known your husband biblically)!🤦🏽♀️ But I digress. I cannot save the wives praying on strange women instead of holding their husbands accountable as well. I just cannot. 🤷🏽♀️ But what I can do is ask myself if I truly believe that I am less than (which I don’t) and make moves accordingly (which I did months ago quietly and in my own way). Ladies (whether you are married, single, or dating), what has become of us? Why did the less than formula work on most of us for a period of time before we moved on? I get that we are nurturers but we cannot continue to nurture a lie! We have to hold these immature boys accountable and get ourselves ready for a man who was getting himself together just for us. I long for that mature God fearing man who loves to travel like I do and who would love to call New York home. And let the church say AMEN every time we aim to step into our higher purpose instead of settling for less. 🙌🏽 ~KJM on Charm School Monday. I know it’s been a while but I was just preparing myself for what’s to come. Peace, love, and blessings to you all in 2019. ❤️
Recently I’ve been reading a lot of articles/blogs from people in their early 30s feeling confused. In my 20s, I never felt left behind nor ahead of others. Then in my 30s (from the jump), I woke up one day always feeling “a day late and a dollar short” in life. From my career to being a blogger to being a lover…I always woke up feeling short. Through it all though, I stay present in my life from the ups (my vacations and my nieces and nephews) and the downs (almost everything else). To those just entering this decade, you are going to get your ass handed to you a million times but you just got to get up. You got to travel even if there is no one to travel with…you got to keep writing even if people aren’t reading….you got to get out of bed even if you don’t have the energy to…you got to say goodbye to lovers while welcoming the chance of new love at an unexpected time…you got to keep living and believing in yourself. You have to still LIVE. That’s what I tell myself when I board that plane (typically alone), when I take pics in my bikinis, and when I have to start over continuously in my personal life. The journey isn’t really about what we accomplish…it’s really about how much we have grown and learned to love ourselves…. Hang in there! “I am not only a client…I am the president.” Lol. ~KJM on Serenity Saturday.
I do not know how to flirt…thus I just don’t do it. The issue with this is I cannot always recognize when someone is flirting with me. 🤦🏽♀️ Not flirting nor having the ability to recognize flirting has worked for me in my dating life but I would not recommend that for my singles’ readers. Flirting is an art…granted an art I have done without but I’m in a league of my own. What league is that? A small league of direct women that shoot their shot and almost never miss. Meaning I can just say I want a man or just walk up to him and say I want to date him and he will either say yes or no. Many women think this will make them look thirsty but in my experience, if done right and seriously, it’s lead to a lot of long term dating relationships where I remained true friends with my past dudes long after we stopped dating. 🤷🏽♀️ Like I said…this works for ME…I definitely would not recommend it to anyone else. Now let’s get into some of the real and crazy reasons why some of us miss flirting signs. 5. HIS PENDING PRISON SENTENCE/SHE IS 9 MONTHS PREGNANT WITH ANOTHER DUDE’S BABY (Subconscious Deal Breakers): I once met a guy that was in a lot of legal trouble. Immediately and without knowing it, I friend zoned him. Months later…when he beat the charges….my roommate pointed out that my friend was fine and had been flirting with me from day one. 😳 With no prison sentence looming, I took a double take of him and realized he was fine as hell! Coincidentally, he is still in my top 3 of best sex I have ever had. 🙌🏽 If that man couldn’t do anything else…he could lay the pipe! 😍 Of course, he laid his pipe for half of the female population at my very large university! 🤦🏽♀️ But I digress. Sometimes we subconsciously count someone out because they are presently unavailable. It does not matter how much they flirt if our subconscious says….dude…her water is about to break! Sis better try back once the baby is a year old and her womb is unoccupied! 🤦🏽♀️🙄👀 4. LOW SELF ESTEEM! If we do not feel great about ourselves…it will be hard for us to believe that someone else out there wants us. This is why I highly recommend that my readers exercise. I am no Beyoncé but by the time I am finished with a work out…I at least feel like I’m one of her cousins. 🙌🏽🤦🏽♀️ LoL. Or at least one of her back up dancers! 😂 3. WE ARE TOO FOCUSED ON OURSELVES! Sometimes the world is kicking our butts and we just have no time to deal with anything else but the issues we are facing. For example, someone who just experienced a death in their family or just got divorced. Our mind frame may not be in a place to be fully present when someone takes interest in us. Thus, we just aren’t paying attention. 2. THEY’RE UGLY! Ugh! U.G.L.Y. They ain’t got no alibi…they ugly! 🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️ It has happened to us all. Someone we find highly repulsive is trying their hardest to get our attention while we are trying hard to ignore them. Attraction is important! It’s one thing to be on the fence about if you are attracted to someone and quite another to be getting physically ill just at the sight of them. So we ignore their flirting cues because we are simply not interested! 1. IN A DIFFERENT SOCIAL CIRCLE WHERE FLIRTING CUES ARE NOT WHAT WE ARE USE TO! A straight friend of mine went to a gay bar with one of her gay friends. Her male gay friend kept pointing out to her that so many lesbians were hitting on her. My friend was thoroughly confused and not just because she was not interested but more so because she just had not noticed. She just thought everyone was really nice at this particular bar! 🤦🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️ Thus, different cultures, genders, and sexual orientations may flirt in ways we are not use to. Sis, she asked to borrow a chair near you after she passed 5 other chairs that were closer to her! 🤦🏽♀️🤷🏽♀️ I don’t know…I probably would have miss this cue too! Lol. ~KJM on Hump Day! Flirting is an art. If you are good at it….flirt on playa! But if you are like me and it’s just not your thing…just directly ask the person if they are interested. Worst case scenario…they say no and you move on. Best case scenario….you have a hot date for Friday night! 🙌🏽 Good luck out there! 💜
The frost of Thanksgiving Night has thawed out. And then the dawn appeared filled with new brave thoughts. If I am alone…just let me alone. ALONE I can handle. What is breaking me is being stuck in the middle. Feeling your warmth on certain days and your cold shoulder on others. Never really feeling like a priority. I know I am alone. What I am really asking is for you to let me feel completely alone. I can withstand frost alone. I can dig myself out of a snow storm alone. My life could completely fall apart and I could piece it together…alone. This I know. What I don’t like is feeling like you should be here for me….present with me…yet you are not. It is not that I feel the presence of other women. If I had this feeling…breaking away from you would be easy. There are so many ways a man can make a woman…his woman…feel alone. Whether your focus is on friends, family, or video games…it just feels like I’m laying with a phantom of you. Alone is my safe place. Like completely alone. I travel alone (by choice). I live alone (by choice). Alone is my safe space. I can share any truths with myself. I can hold myself. I can pleasure myself. What makes me uncomfortable is not the thought of being alone…but the ghost of you that is barely present. I can see a new dawn being born as the sun rises. The warmth of understanding that it is a new day and I am alone is okay with me. I will not break. I will not be sad for I can trust myself to be alone with myself. I can rely on me…always have. I will show up for myself. And in the darkest hours, I would rather know that you were never showing up than to be disappointed by the phantom of you being absent again. If I am alone in this world…then let me be alone. There is PEACE in being alone. I won’t waste a night of sleep missing me nor yearning for myself. For I got me. There is a deep understanding of self…when one is alone. ~KJM on Temptation Tuesday. So many of us women are carrying our relationships (whether dating or married). A relationship (not even marriage) does not guarantee that you won’t be nor feel alone. Many of us will settle down with useless corpses of a man but never forget that we still have ourselves. Sometimes alone is just the best place to be. 💕
Happy Hump Day! I know it’s been a while. 2018 is still kicking my ass yet I’m trying to smile through it. Let’s lighten the mood, switch gears, and head to a world I have not visited in a long while…ONLINE DATING! 🤦🏽♀️ Finding love…true love is very difficult and of course online dating makes it even harder. While I have several friends who have had positive experiences online dating….I personally hope to never have to online date again! I always felt like I was one click away from meeting the next up and coming serial killer! 👀🤷🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️ Needless to say…the horror stories out weigh the successes but I digress. Here are some recent complaints I have heard from my female friends online dating. If you are a man and you are exhibiting these behaviors…you are currently an UNDATEABLE! Back the fuck away from the computer and save my sisters in the struggle from meeting one more waste of time guy! 🙌🏽 Here is the latest TALES FROM THE MALE UNDATEABLE CRYPT: 5. MISTER FINANCIALLY UNSTABLE! I recently had a friend go out on three dates with a potential suitor she met online. On the third date, this seemingly normal man revealed that he got evicted from his apartment, just filed for bankruptcy, and is now living with his sister. 👀 Sir, if you cannot afford to keep a roof over your head…you are not in a place to seriously date. Back the fuck away from the computer. You are not a potential life mate in your current state. I am no gold digger but what the fuck am I to do with a man in financial ruins?! What am I to do with a guy who can’t even keep his lights on?! I once met a guy online (during my brief online dating stint while I was living in Richmond) who could not afford to pay his cell phone bill. He was hot spotting our online messages from his sister’s phone! 🤦🏽♀️ This type of guy is not even close to being ready for a life mate. Sir, there are sites for people who just want to fuck…get on one of those. Someone just may throw you a pity fuck but don’t you dare be on a serious dating site stating that you are ready for marriage and children! Tyrone…the kids gonna need a roof and electricity too! ✌🏾✌🏾✌🏾 4. MISTER I AM COMMITTED TO NOT BEING COMMITTED! Now Dan…you know you play too many fucking games. Why you on e-Harmony when you know you should be on Tinder? That’s right…someone should be swiping past you when they see your noncommittal ass online. I wish Ex girlfriends could go online and rate their ex boyfriends like people do when they are rating products or items they bought online. The review would read like…Dan gets a one star…only for being a straight man! ✌🏾 Dan…back the fuck up…mister waste of time. 3. MISTER (I think) SCAMMER! One of my friends recently met a guy (not sure of his real gender) online who claimed to be a doctor. After putting off their first date several times because of work and travels (allegedly), he finally agreed to meet before he traveled out the country. The “guy” started to ask her to purchase online music for him through a prepaid card. He was very persistent about it. Of course, he/she turned out to be a SCAMMER! 🤦🏽♀️ Be careful of the Sam/Samantha scammers out there! ✌🏾 2. MISTER I DON’T WASH MY ASS! Now this is really puzzling to me Ben! Why the fuck are you looking for a wife when you don’t brush your teeth nor wash your ass? 🔪🔪🔪 HYGIENE IS A HUGE PART OF DATING!!! I cannot stress this enough! No one wants to lay up with musty balls! 🤦🏽♀️ 1. MISTER LYING ABOUT HIS LOOKS! The greatest complaint I have heard from my female friends that are online dating is how men post photos of themselves from 15 years ago (when they were skinnier and had more hair)! 👀 While there are many non materialistic women out there….most of us do not like liars. Some women love a big boned bald guy while others don’t. ✋🏾 Lying about anything but especially your looks will only delay the inevitable. She will stop seeing you. So Clarence…honesty is going to be the best policy here. If you build it (an honest foundation that is) they may actually come (and then cum). Feel me?! ~KJM on Hump Day! I am saving all of my strength for the day I’m gonna have to log onto OUR TIME (the 50s and up dating site) and deal with the retired serial killers, viagra mishaps, limp dicks, and ex wives. 🤦🏽♀️ 🤷🏽♀️👀
I will not walk into the darkness unprepared for the battle. I may not win every unforeseen battle but I shall win the war….for my soul will not lie down and wait to be taken…. Seems dramatic right? That is what this season does to me. My Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) has crippled my life in so many ways for the last eight years. I feel it coming….a sadness that washes over me from October to February (though last year it went all the way to the end of April)…and I feel helpless. I warn others that it is coming and I’m told constantly that I have a blessed life (which I know I do) and I just need to cheer up (easier said than done). SAD is more complicated than others think so be kind to anyone you know that experiences it. For many of us, loss of loved ones, childhood traumas around the holidays, or just an unexplainable sadness visits us. We stand frozen …not sure what to do. Many of us will smile and pretend we are okay. Some of us will just succumb to it and stay to ourselves during this difficult season. This year….I am choosing to be proactive about it. Here are some ways I am trying to maneuver myself through SAD. 5. EXERCISING AND WATCHING WHAT I EAT! Diet and exercise affect so much of what we do and how we feel. I know this is a season of stuffing ourselves with our heart’s delight in the form of greasy, fried, salty, and sweet foods but like everything in life…we must try to do it in moderation. A lot of the foods that taste great as we consume them can actually contribute to mood swings and lack of energy. If you couple that with SAD or any form of depression…get ready for massive weight gain! And that never makes anyone feel good! 4. FRIENDS WITH SAD CHECKING IN ON EACH OTHER! My good friend and blog mentor, Toi from ToiTime also suffers from SAD. She has blogged about it many times and has written some great blogs about how to make your SAD manageable. We vowed to check in on each other and to speak our minds freely about anything bothering us. I cannot tell you how grateful I am to have someone who understands my seasonal depression and to be able to candidly express my feelings! 🙌🏽 3. STAY AWAY FROM PEOPLE WHO DRAIN YOU! I am currently avoiding anyone who brings negativity into my life and drains my mind, body, and spirit. Hence calling the break with the Ex Factor. He has issues (though I am sure he does not think so) and I have issues. In life but especially during my SAD season…I don’t have time for no ones shit but mine! My plate is full and I do not have time for indecisive people. 🙌🏽 It is okay to say to people…I love you but I got to take care of me! SAY THAT AGAIN! I love you but I got to take care of me! 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽 If I am depleted emotionally, physically, and mentally, what good can I be to others?! I know this is harder to do when married and/or with children but you have to try to set boundaries. We are all responsible for our own mental well being and happiness. Thus, I’m avoiding toxic lovers, friends, and family. 2. MASTURBATION! 🤦🏽♀️ Now I know that you are surprised to see this on my list but then again if you have been following this blog for the last three years…you should not be surprised. 🤷🏽♀️🤦🏽♀️🙄🤣 I have spent many years not having an orgasm….almost a decade to be exact. Thus, I am long overdue for my sexual release. Thanks to “bullet” aka my mini Shibari vibrator, I can climax in thirty seconds or less anytime I want! 🙌🏽 A climaxing woman is a woman at peace (most times). Thanks bullet! 😉 1. REST AND VITAMIN D3. Get as much rest as you can! This is tough for me because my day job has very demanding hours 6 to 7 days a week but when I do have down time….I take it very seriously. My Sunday’s are often filled with binge watching my favorite shows, naps, and eating good food. Also, since many people suffer from SAD because of the decrease in sunlight during this time of year…my mommy recommends Vitamin D3. She gave me this recommendation for multiple reasons (having to do with our family medical history) but the added benefit that it could also help my SAD made me think it is worth looking into! As always, consult your primary physician before you start taking any supplements and medications! Good luck! ~KJM on Charm School Monday!
It was the thing I could never bring myself to actually say. The thing that haunted me day and night. The feeling that I could not escape. It was suffocating at times. Wanting to be desired and loved by him and only him openly and honestly. I wanted to scream….I NEED YOU TO LOVE ME…but for some reason stating that I had a need was difficult for me. Saying that Superwoman had needs is acknowledging that she is HUMAN and she needs what other humans need. She needs to know that the man she loves…loves her. She needed to know he will secure her and their future. Superwoman needed to know that he could turn into HER Superman in moments when she’s weak. She needed to know that he would always be there for her and that she was a priority in his life. Even if he verbally expressed these things…SHE NEEDED TO FEEL IT. The Ex Factor is the only man that has ever made me feel undesirable and I’m NOT talking sexually…which I think was a point of contention for us. Because he is highly attracted to me and loves our sex life…he thinks that that shows he desires me. Meanwhile…I wanted him to show me that my heart was desired. Any random man on the street can say he sexually desires me. That shit don’t mean nothing. To be a sex object that is. When you love a man…you want so much more from him. I am signaling to him that I just want him and only him. No other man desiring me will do…on any level. Yet all he did was focus on HIS short comings which left ME feeling insecure. He made me feel like I was just too much of a woman for him. Let me be clear…I did not fall in love with his potential….I fell in love with the potential of what we could be if we built together. In the beginning, I felt so desired. I had never been on such a high from a man providing things my soul needed. What little the Ex Factor had…he was willing to share with me. That vision of whatever we have we will share with each other kept me going. For most of the first two years of dating, no matter the hardships I faced in my life…I knew that he was with me. There was a time he was my Superman. Please do not let him tell you differently. There was a time he was my prince in the making of a king. My heart was his. I had unexpectedly given away my heart to one of the most unlikely men. But I have to accept that we have both changed and my Superman is not coming back. That is the hardest thing…letting go of what was and accepting what will never be. I loved though….as hard as I could and I prayed….as much as I could. Yet the results were the same….I felt suffocated by my own loneliness…even with the Ex Factor laying right next to me. I needed to be LOVED and I just did not FEEL loved. At least, I can finally say it now. ~KJM doing some reflection on Temptation Tuesday. 💜