How to Break Free from Bad Relationships

Have you ever been in a relationship you absolutely knew was bad, but couldn’t break free? I know I have.

I remember how it feels: you’re not happy…you feel belittled, taken for granted, mistreated, under appreciated, etc. But you can’t end the relationship. You come close to doing it. Maybe even you pull the trigger and do it. Yet, you aren’t strong enough to take yourself seriously. So, you find yourself back with that person again. It’s almost like because you feel so bad about yourself in the relationship, you’re afraid to leave and be alone. What if I really am all the things he/she makes me feel?

Or, the circumstances in your life make the relationship convenient. Maybe you’re a single parent, and it’s hard to find someone to date. It’s hard to meet new people, when you have a child. Maybe you just don’t want to continue introducing your child to new people. So, your boyfriend/girlfriend is familiar with your child and your child is comfortable with him/her. You don’t want to mess that up.

Or, your life is in a state of transition: you’ve returned to school to advance your career. You’re about to move. Whatever the circumstance, you’re life is about to change so it doesn’t make sense to start a new relationship. Why spend time getting to know someone new, if you’re going to be changing your environment and being forced to end that relationship anyway? If you’re about to make a transition in life, why not wait until life changes and use that as an opportunity to break up with the person. In the meantime, you resolve to enjoy the little benefits you get from that bad relationship and ignore the problems.

Or, all of the above.

In either case, you can’t break free from a bad relationship because that bad relationship fills a particular void. There is something lacking in your life and that bad relationship is filling that void in some way.

  • Maybe you are afraid of being alone. Maybe you were put down by a parent or sibling or other influential person. For some reason you’re not comfortable/confident by yourself.
  • Maybe you lack internal motivation. Maybe you thrive off the approval of others. When you have someone in your corner, you’re a fierce competitor. But without the approval of those close to you, you have little drive.
  • Maybe you are indecisive. Maybe your parents were over-protective and regularly stepped in to make decisions for you. Now you have trouble making decisions on your own, because you’re hoping someone will make them for you or at least help you make them.
  • Maybe you are too dependent in some way. Maybe your feel insufficient by yourself. At some point – in some aspect of life – you may have been told you weren’t “good enough,” and some you feel you always need someone else to take care of you.

The way the game is usually played, the person you’re dating in this bad relationship knows your void(s) and exploits it/them. By knowing your void, your partner knows how to manipulate you.

You need to know those voids too. Then no one can exploit that void.

So, have you really considered why you can’t break free from a bad relationship? Even if you’ve been fortunate enough to break free, can you remember why you stayed as long as you did? What was it that made it ok for you to stay? What was “that thing?”

Why was “that thing” so important?

When you can identify “that thing” and understand why “that thing” was so important, you can begin to defend yourself against such bad relationships. Now you know where you need to be strengthened. You can begin to find different ways to fill that void other than wasting time in a bad relationship.

As we begin strengthening your ability to fill those voids in ways other than investing in a bad relationship, you can begin resisting the urge to join yourself to a man/woman that doesn’t have your best interests at heart. By strengthening your ability to fill those voids in alternative ways, you will be able to break free from relationships that are bad for you.

Single Women Over 40: Baddest on the Planet?

Kenya Moore seems to think so. Here’s a bit of what she said:

You own who you are, you have so much confidence. You’re in a place where you have a career, you have a place, you have money, at this point you should be successful.

The problem with this statement is that once you (female or male) have a career…have a place…have money…and are successful, you tend to have too much confidence. So much confidence that you “don’t need a man.” I know: many single women just responded, “I don’t need a man!”

Single Women Don’t HAVE TO Need a Man

The problem with that is when you don’t need a man, you also don’t need to compromise. “You know what works for you,” regardless of how bad for you what works for you, is for you! LOL

I am not saying you shouldn’t be confident. But, in a relationship it will never be all about what works for you. It must be about what works for you – both. I hope single women who don’t want to remain single women aren’t paying Kenya Moore too much attention. Her advice will keep most of you as single women.

You can’t play the game that way if you really want a Championship Love. And if you aren’t willing to change the game, then at least admit to yourself and others that you really wish to remain single women.

I don’t need to argue with Kenya Moore: maybe single women over 40 are the baddest on the planet. But if you really want a man single women, what has all of your “badness” won for you? Is your “badness” worth it? Or are you willing to change the game so you can find the love you want in your life?

Ray Rice, the NFL and America’s Culture of Domestic Violence

I took some time before stepping into the Ray Rice fray. I think it’s quite unfortunate how we have viewed this incident and how we (i.e. Society) have victimized Janay Rice, against her will. Let me be clear: I do not condone what we saw in the video, and I do not make any excuses for Ray Rice. 

Yet, in Matthew 18:21-35 Jesus describes a servant who owed a large sum. His master forgives the debt and send him on his way. But, when the servant leaves he finds someone who owes him money. Forgetting the forgiveness he had just received, he grabs his fellow servant around the neck and demands that servant pay what he owes.

Many times, we are like that servant who has forgotten all the Master has forgiven us. We may have found ourselves pleading with God to forgive us…to have mercy on us…to deliver us. We have had those “woe is me” moments, where we cry out for help because of something we may have done. Yet once that moment is gone, and we’ve received the forgiveness we were looking for, we forget and can’t wait to get our hands around the neck of our brothers and sisters, demanding they pay the full amount for their wrongdoing.

Now, I’m not going down the road of how we should forgive Ray Rice – as Janay Rice has forgiven him. Nor am I venturing the way of how it is Society that makes her a victim, although she herself has decided that she isn’t one.

Rather, the Ray Rice incident has peeled back the onion layer of domestic violence and sexual assault the runs rampant in the NFL.

It makes us feel good to have a boogie man to point fingers at. Anything that allows us to pass the buck and escape our own conviction, right? The NFL wanted to point fingers at Ray Rice, pretending that his was an isolated incident. Yet the firestorm erupted and made it clear that across the league, in every division of the NFL, there are incidents of players being abusive. The NFL couldn’t avoid the discussion any longer. League Commissioner, Roger Goodell finally had to come before the media and announce a new player conduct policy.

Yet, Society wants to point fingers at the NFL. This is a problem for the NFL and not the community at large. Someone has to be the “fall guy” so we can continue to feel good about ourselves, throwing stones while living in glass houses.

I don’t want to blame the NFL for the Ray Rice situation. Nor do I want to blame the players for the NFL’s predicament. Rather, I want us to consider some things as we look at the root causes for domestic violence in our Society.

I will say this: I think the NFL is indeed tied to the predicament. Yet, as much as the NFL may have influenced culture, our culture has brought the NFL to prominence.

I watch football. I played football. I was an All Star on two Varsity Territorial Championship teams in the Virgin Islands and one Junior Varsity Championship team. And, I was violent on the field. Yet, I only played football because I was an athlete and was good. My sport, however, was and is baseball.

It’s ironic, if you consider American Society, we have changed dramatically as baseball has declined and football has arisen. As more and more people have taken to football, our Society has become increasingly disconnected, angry and violent. But football has only arisen because our Society prefers the violence of the game. Baseball is too slow. Baseball has no hitting…no contact. Even basketball has hard hitting, yet we miss the “glory days” of the game when power forwards and centers defended the paint with violent authority.

Now, I’m not saying the only hope for our Society is to abandon the NFL. Yet, I am asking you to see the connection between the sport we love and the culture we have. Then, if you are honest enough to recognize that, I am hoping we can look at reviewing our perspectives of the game.

The antagonism between opponents has a direct relationship on our interpersonal relationships. We love a game where the goal is to crush your opponent and step on their necks. When each side (offense or defense) lines up opposite their opponent, their goal is to “punch them in the mouth.” That is the very words coaches and commentators use! The defense wants to punch them in the mouth. The running game (and Ray Rice is a running back) is used to punch the defense in the mouth. And the slugfest continues for four quarters.

Even within a team, that violence is prevalent. During training camp and in practices, that violence between offense and defense is the means by which players gain the respect of their teammates. Leadership in the locker room generally rests on that one who is both feared and loved – with fear generally coming first. It is usually the same for our relationships.

Can we take the love of violence out of the game, while preserving the game’s integrity? Can we remove intimidation from our relationships, while preserving love and respect? If so, how do we strip the game of that “philosophy of violence?”

It reminds me of the movie, Gladiator. Remember: Maximus (Russell Crowe) has this amazingly brutal match with a renowned opponent. Once he had defeated this opponent, the crowd chants: “Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!”

Society wants blood. And, the league commissioner (i.e. the Emperor) gives them the blood they desire. He gives the sign for Maximus to kill and the crowd goes wild. But at that moment, Maximus realizes he has the power to change the people’s perspective. He drops his weapon and lets his opponent live. The crowd is silent…unable to determine how they should feel, having been denied the bloody violence they crave. Then one brave spectator shouts: “Maximus the Merciful!” The rest of the arena is now comfortable to embrace this changed perspective and they erupt in applause. So begins the changing of culture.

What does that moment look like for our situation? How do we begin to see the game differently and thus begin to change our culture?

The violence we’ve seen in the Ray Rice situation is not exclusive to the NFL. It is part of our culture. But there must be a better way, right?

Everyone should be Playing for a Championship Love. But to do so, we must not simply look for a scape goat for all that’s wrong in Society and just point fingers. Rather, we should look at the connectivity between the things we see out there (in Society) and those things we see in ourselves. Only then can we change the game into something that is actually worth playing.

The game needs to change. And not just the game we see on TV or between the chalk lines of the football field. The game of human relationships desperately needs to change – Ray Rice and the NFL has made this clear. So let’s get to work on changing the game and changing our culture, so that we can all have our own “Championship Love.”

Soften My Heart Lord

The following poem was shared as my sermon at the Contemporary worship service of St. Thomas Episcopal Church (Coral Gables, FL), where I once served as Assistant Rector. It is based upon Mark 10:2-16.

Woman thou art FREE – to love a Black Man!

Now I don’t know what T. D. Jakes had to say in his book of a similar title. Didn’t read it. Didn’t see it. But I know sisters loved it – at least so I think! (Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong…) I can only hope that you love this too…

I continue to observe things which might be attributed to Post-Traumatic Slave Syndrome, as espoused by Dr. Joy Leary. It seems as if sisters have been conditioned to not let men into their lives.

But why?

Maybe because during slavery sisters never knew if their man would be killed or sold. Maybe because of this, sisters grew into an inherited-indifference that has eerily become a type of “protective shield.” Maybe it’s a part of “The Curse of Independence.”

But, woman thou art FREE – to love a Black Man!

Maybe you still don’t know if we will be killed – in the streets, in the war overseas, by the cops, by the thugs, by an accident. Maybe you still don’t know if the economy and job market will “sell us” to a nomadic existence, scrambling to keep cash flowing. Maybe you still don’t know if the City or State will refrain from selling their penal contracts to other systems outside the community.

But, woman thou art FREE – to love a Black Man!

Those happenings you fear, are things which, at present, are a reality.

Still, sisters find it hard to let brothers into their lives.

Maybe it’s because you had bad relations with men in the past. Maybe a man mistreated you; maybe he abused you; maybe he didn’t value you. Maybe you have a right to be pissed off!

But, it is also a reality that if you still want to be married you must allow yourself to be vulnerable again – just be wise in that vulnerability.

Woman thou art FREE – to love a Black Man!

What I’m saying is what Black Sheep told you years ago: “The Choice is Yours!” (ungh – come on!)

You can choose to have love, or you can choose to be empty. Protecting yourself is not the answer. Being more selfish to compensate for some deficiency you see in men will not alleviate the pain. Being stand-offish will not make things better. And, as comforting as it all may seem, in the long run you will end up as you are: single.

As Christ said, “(s)he who tries to save his (her) life will lose it. But, (s)he who looses his (her) life for My sake – and the Gospel’s, will find it.” Protecting your interests, protecting your emotions, protecting yourself is paramount to trying to save your life. Unless the Lord is a liar (heaven forbid!), it must follow that you will lose your life in this fashion. The only way to find the life you’ve been seeking is to “Let Go and Let….”

Woman thou art FREE – to love a Black Man!

Don’t hold the next man accountable for the abuses of the last man. Don’t let the ignorance of the man you did have allow you to let the man you do have, slip away. Don’t let your past have a negative impact on your present and future. You are the only one keeping yourself from joy. You are the only one holding you back. God’s strength is made perfect in our weakness; so, your vulnerabilities will prove to possess a strength beyond imagination.

Woman thou art FREE – to love a Black Man!

Or, am I missing something?

This Roller Coaster is No Fun…

I say all the time: life is a roller coaster; there are ups and downs, twists, turns and loops. You will scream, laugh, cry and shake. You will close your eyes in fear, and open them wide just the same. Yet, at the end you want to smack your partner a high-five and say: That was a helluva ride.

But, this roller coaster is no fun…

Brothas, you know what I’m talking about. Sistas, feel me on this…

The ups and downs of this whole relationship thing are out of control. One minute a sister is heads over heels for you and in the blink of an eye, she can’t stand you. Then, two hours later it’s like nothing ever happened…and she’s wondering why YOU are acting strange.

The old timers would say: “son, you’ll never understand a woman.” Bill Cosby would advise men to simply “play deaf.” There was even a sitcom that tried to teach us to simply say, “Yes, Dear.”

Nevertheless, this roller coaster is no fun…

You know those old rickety roller coasters, where it’s painful to ride. Space Mountain in Disney World is like that. It hits the corners way too hard. By the time you exit the dome, you feel as if you’ve suffered a massive case of whiplash.

It’s sort of like that, isn’t it?

We endure wide mood swings, and then sistas wonder why a man is so distant. Again, brothas just want to be able to be safe with their woman. All day long we play the game: shucking and jiving, being thrown for a loop on the job, being jerked around by the twists and turns, screaming, laughing, crying (even if in secret), and shaking to contain the frustration. When we get off the ride, we want to be able to come to you – come to our children – smack everyone a “high-five” and know that the ride was worth it.

But, this roller coaster is no fun…

And, it’s like sistas have been programed to be the enemy too. So, the roller coaster never ends and brothas find themselves in a never-ending series of loops. It’s like that old childhood song that was cool for the first thirty-seconds but quickly became quite annoying. Remember: “This is the song that doesn’t end…yes it goes on and on my friends…some people started singing it not knowing what it was, but they will keep on singing it forever just because…” AHHHHHH!!!!!

I’m telling you – this roller coaster is no fun…

You would think brothas would simply stop getting on the ride. There must be a roller coaster out there that is fun, right? But, everytime I go to Disney World I still want to ride Space Mountain. And, everytime I ride it I regret it. Still, like crack fiends, brothas keep coming back for more. It’s like the child at the amusement park who throws up on a ride, and throws up again, but continues to subject himself to the tyranny of insanity.

I want off…this roller coaster is no fun!

The Curse of the Independent Woman

Will we ever find happiness? What about joy? Is it even possible?

I swear, when I step outside of myself and any situations I must admit: Willie Lynch was a helluva guy! He worked a number on us. And, the Slave Masters that followed his principles must be congratulated by the power structure.

This is attributed to Willie Lynch:

We reversed nature by burning and pulling a civilized nigger apart and bull whipping the other to the point of death, all in her presence. By her being left alone, unprotected, with the male image destroyed, the ordeal caused her to move from her psychological dependent state to a frozen independent state. In this frozen psychological state of independence, she will raise her male and female offspring in reversed roles.

For fear of the young males life she will psychologically train him to be mentally weak and dependent, but physically strong. Because she has become psychologically independent, she will train her female off springs to be psychologically independent. What have you got? You’ve got the nigger women out front and the nigger man behind and scared.

It’s the curse of the independent woman

Sisters, it’s like: you want a man, but you don’t want a man. Or, you want a man but you don’t want a man to be the man. Or, it’s like you can’t understand that this whole dynamic in which we live was set up to keep the Black man and Black woman apart – at odds.

So, there’s a war going on inside – and no one is safe from…

Inside you say: should I give myself to him; should I hold myself back; should I just use him to fill my (physical, emotional, mental) needs?

Can’t let your guard down…why? Because you fear you’d loose yourself.

That’s the curse of independent woman.

And, that curse hinders full development. In The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People, Stephen Covey lists three stages of development:

  1. Dependence
  2. Independence
  3. Interdependence

Wikipedia defines interdependence thus:

Interdependence is a dynamic of being mutually and physically responsible to and sharing a common set of principles with others. This concept differs distinctly from “dependence” in that an interdependent relationship implies that all participants are emotionally, economically, ecologically and or morally “interdependent.” Some people advocate freedom or independence as a sort of ultimate good; others do the same with devotion to one’s family, community, or society. Interdependence recognizes the truth in each position and weaves them together. Two states that cooperate with each other are said to be interdependent. It can also be defined as the interconnectedness and the reliance on one another socially, economically, environmentally and politically.

In essence, interdependence implies unity.

On the contrary, independence is defined as “the state of being independent.” And, independent is defined thus:

1: not dependent: as a (1): not subject to control by others : self-governing… b (1): not requiring or relying on something else : not contingent (2): not looking to others for one’s opinions or for guidance in conduct… c (1): not requiring or relying on others (as for care or livelihood)

So, Independent Woman, you wonder why you’re still single? It’s the curse of independence…

Stephan Covey says that in order for people to become highly effective, they must reach the stage of interdependence. Yet, for some reason (damn you Willie Lynch) it seems as if sisters want to remain independent. For some reason becoming highly effective (i.e. interdependent) is undesirable.

Don’t get me wrong, we brothers – and, I myself – have work to do as well. Many of us, as have I, try to jump from dependence to interdependence – with no regard for independence. And, I will try to approach this angle in part two of “The Curse of Independence…”

To Be, Or Not To Be (Honest)…That’s the Question!

Now, lemme preface these postings. I realize that what I say might have a tendency to cause some to think I’m referencing them. Sometimes I may be, sometimes I mightn’t be. Yet, at NO TIME is anything that I say meant to be a slight to any female out there! Much of my material is not of any recent nature. Much of it is. Yet, I am simply finding a way to share some of my musings: it might help me, it might help you, it might help another…it might help us repair our families, for as Minister Farrakhan said: “the new century must be the century of family!”

By the title and the topic to be explored, you’ll know why I had to submit such a preface. We men tend to be somewhat matter of fact. Much of what we say has no underlying meaning. The running code is: say what you mean and mean what you say. Yet, for some reason our words and intentions seem to become twisted and all of a sudden we’re faced with an upset sister. Brothas, holla if you hear me!

To be, or not to be (honest)…that’s the question!

I was talking with one of my brothers about this. It’s a vicious dichotomy in which we exist. People in general, lie (and I know sisters will say brothers…brothers will say sisters – but I say people). Lying is such commonplace in our society – it comes naturally. And, since it comes naturally everyone expects it.

But, relationships cannot thrive without open and honest communication. And, herein lies the tension. We all “want to be” open and honest. But, like Jack Nicholson said in A Few Good Men,

You Can’t HANDLE the Truth!

So, what to do?

In efforts to be open and honest, a brotha may tell a sister something. You tell her because you want her to know…trying to deposit some trust in the bank. You think you’re doing something notable and praiseworthy. Then WHAM!!! You get slammed by the attitude monster! 😉 All of a sudden, you find your self thinking: “Damn, I wish I didn’t even open my mouth.”

To be, or not to be (honest)…that’s the question!

My Dad always raised me with this instruction on women. He would tell them, don’t ask me any question you don’t want to know the answer to because I’m not going to lie. Then again, he’s in his 70s and came from a time when Blacks were confined to their own neighborhoods and weren’t preoccupied with chasing individualism.

Where can we be free to take off the mask? Or, must we always live our lives exchanging one mask for another? It’s like before speaking, we must think: does she really need to know this. It’s like we are forced to be secretive…but then penalized for being secretive. Sisters wonder why their man doesn’t like to talk…well, it’s safer to remain quiet! If we’re quiet, we’re not forced to lie and we’re not forced to tell you a truth you can’t handle.

Now sisters, you can get mad a me for saying this. Sure – “we take those!”

But, what does that solve? Does that make your relationship any better? Does that help your particular situation? I’m just telling it like it is…

If you want a solution though: create an environment where your man feels safe to be himself. We spend the whole day in Black Face, shucking and jiving for the man – showing those pearly whites. We don’t want to “Mantan it up” with you too!

Chris Rock joked…We men sometimes joke around and say how nice it would be if we came home and our wives greeted us by asking us to sit down and taking off our shoes. (Certainly, being in them high heels all day sisters could use the same!)

But, as I think about it how much greater would it be if when we came home your woman walked over to you, greeted you with a kiss, and proceeded to remove your mask: “honey, you’re home. Feel free to be yourself.” Damn. Now, that’s a fantasy for you!

Blog Cry…

I can’t see ’em coming down my eye, so I gotta make this blog cry… (Thanks Jigga)

This relationships blog has been a long time coming and long overdue. Years ago (2002/2003), I used to write a column for a now-defunct St. Louis news-magazine called The Flipside. It was going well until their “marketing genius” decided they wanted to create a corresponding column from a sister, and have us “beef” back and forth. When I didn’t want to go that route and decided to walk away, the female editor told me I needed to “man up.” As Coach Singletary said, “Can’t play with ’em; not gonna do it!”

Yet, circumstances have forced my hand. And, I feel the need to use this sounding board to get some things off my chest. So, let us begin…

First, what this blog won’t be:

  • A handbook by which sisters will learn the latest techniques for how to manipulate their man.
  • A sister-bashing forum.
  • Groundwork for any justification of being anti-Black women.

Now, what this blog will be:

  • My observations of the complications in male-female relationships, especially within the Black community.
  • A bridge for the gap that keeps Black men and women apart.
  • My therapy.

So, what’s sparked the rebirth of these musings? Well, truth be told I’m a man who not quite 29 has been married twice – and failed twice. Must be true what they say about “the best laid plans of mice and men…” Good intentions are not enough.

But, I can’t see ’em coming down my eye, so I gotta make this blog cry…

That first bad experience kills it all. The first one you “do wrong” stays with you forever. After that, every subsequent relationship is tainted by the stain of “relationship past.” You either carry your own burdens and failings, are burdened by the failings of the significant others who came before you, or both.

Needs and desires cause things to move too fast. Wounds and hurts cause things to move too slow. Either way, opportunities are missed or ruined…and the cycle continues.

It’s been said that I’m too sensitive. And, that might be true. In this society, sensitivity is a female trait. So, it’s ok for a woman to express emotions. But when a male does, a woman (and society) says he needs to “man up.”

So, man up he does. But, when that happens a woman becomes a simple accessory – easily interchanged like neck-ties to suit the occasion. And, in doing this a man earns the badge of dawg…so the cycle continues: more hurt is dished out, the breach is widened.

But, I can’t see ’em coming down my eye, so I gotta make this blog cry…

Maybe the madness cannot stop. But, it seems as if the situation forces the cynic to win-out. And, when the cynic wins everyone looses.

Yet, as was demonstrated in the recent events surrounding the death of Michael Jackson, we never appreciate a person and/or situation until it’s too late. We never want to do the work of preservation until it becomes an effort of resuscitation. And, sometimes what wasn’t worth being preserved is better left to die. Sometimes we take a sick animal and are forced to put it to sleep – no matter how much it meant to us.

Many brothers – most I know – start out wanting to be a gentleman. Most start out wanting to be a nice guy. But, dating and wanting to date changes things. No one likes to fight. And, it’s easier to work debauchery than to do what’s right. When a brotha wants to lead a woman to the trough, she goes eagerly. Yet, try to get her to drink from pure waters and she’ll only go kicking and screaming. Indeed, such a tragedy…

But, I can’t see ’em coming down my eye, so I gotta make this blog cry…

[MV] JAY-Z – Song Cry from kimsheto on Vimeo.