Love is real but don’t get me wrong, there are definitely times I doubt it. I doubt that there’s still men out there that treat their women like Queens and want to make sure their families are safe and provided for. I doubt that courting still exist cause we as women are so quick to jump for a man who sends smiley faces and heart eyes through text messages instead of calling us on the phone; taking the time out to get to know who we are. A good morning text, a trip to the movies and some fast food seems to count as a date these days and after that first “date” all there is do is “hang” and that consist of Netflix and sex. Eventually the cute text stop and you become a nag just for sending a simple, “What are you doing?” We’ve made it so easy for these guys to think they don’t have to do anything more. Is that all we’re really worth? Because that is how it appears. There are times I doubt that gentlemen still exist. I see guys sitting in the car while their woman is pumping gas and cleaning the windows. Guys don’t open doors anymore instead we do it for ourselves. They don’t call us beautiful or comment on our intelligence. Instead we’re bad bitches and they’d rather us be quiet than to hear anything we have to say. I see guys constantly degrading and disrespecting their women. They cheat on their women then go home and lay with their women. Then you see her posting up pictures on social media pretending to have the perfect relationship. It’s things like this that makes me doubt love is real. But I’m wrong cause there are still good men out there waiting to find the right woman to treat like a queen. I know love is real because my son has shown me that I can love deeper and stronger than I ever thought I could. My son is love and that’s how I know love is real. He is love and I made him out of love. That love may have broken my heart and put doubt in me that I’d find someone to love again but the fact that I’ve felt this way once makes me know I can love again. But this time it’ll be the right person. They say fairytales aren’t real but you’re wrong. I believe in fairytales and although they may not start out perfect there’s still a happy ending. I always say I have my happy (my son) but the ending has yet to come.
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Sydney Reneé, is a strong and honest woman, always looking for ways to evolve. For an outlet she turned to writing, which is how The Diary of She was created. It became a public journal of her experiences in life. Through her writing she learned that not only was she helping herself but other women who had been in situations similar to hers. Sydney Reneé continues to be an inspiration to all women going through what we call life; reminding them that it's never too late to go after your dreams and speak your truth. View all posts by Sydney Reneé