And Now, The Healing Begins!

Happy Friday, Everybody!

Wow! What a crazy week this has been, but guess what, y’all—I survived it!

I want you all to know that I’m feeling a lot better than I was, thanks in part to the bestest family in the world—mine! Now, with respect to all of you, I will not bore you with that same old song-and-dance about what happened to me last Friday, but I will say that the experience left me an emotional mess. And yes, I will even admit that I almost let it rule me, but I thank God for my peeps really pulling through for me this past Wednesday. And while it’s yet on my mind, I wanna once again give a shout-out to my girl Becky for her big heart. Y’all just don’t know—she really helped me through this thing called heartbreak. I mean, she was comforting, consoling, and she even threw in a joke or two, just to make me laugh.

What it all boils down to is this: I couldn’t really see the forest for the trees. I was so hung up on the fact that Ray and I had broken up, that I failed to pay attention to the fact that he did in fact tell the truth and admit that he was seeing another girl. I’ll give the brotha credit for telling me the truth—it’s comforting to know that he respected me that much; I guess I was more so hurt behind the fact that it really is over. I gotta admit, folks—I’m still not over Ray, but I reckon that’ll dissipate in due time. I will also say this, too: It doesn’t hurt me as much as it did earlier this week… and maybe this is my mature side acting up, but I really do hope that Ray is happy with this Naomi chick.

I really don’t know what permitted me to make that last statement, but I think what’s scarier is the fact that I mean it—I really don’t wish any ill will towards Naomi, much less Ray.

Well, y’all, I had better get going—I’ve got a breakfast date with the most magnificent man in the world, and he’s always loved me since before I made my debut on February 10, 1994… yes, I’m talking about my daddy dearest. He says it’s just gonna be he and I today, and he wants to spoil the hell out of me on account of I’m his precious little honeybee.

And you know something, I couldn’t ask for anything more.

Until tomorrow, y’all have a gooden!

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha