BrittanyAlissa

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

LOVE AND ROMANCE

Hey Beauties,
                   Life has happened and yet again I have neglected the one place that allows all else to fade away. With marriage and children sometimes it becomes hard to get a moment to myself and that means my moments for writing never come. So now that I got that stuff off my chest I can get to what this post is truly about...................................😃

In a world filled with chaos we must always make time for love, time for joy, and moments of pure utter happiness. And if you are a true AAB1on1 reader then you know that Love and Romance are some of the things that I hold near and dear to my heart. So I'm going to do you all a favor and share 5 things for men and 5 for women that are sure to remind your significant others that they are important and allow you the ability to put and keep a smile on their faces. Thank Me Later

5 Things That Are Sure To Make A Woman Smile

#1. Bubble baths are a woman's best friend. I don't care if she's a stay at home mom or works a 9-5. Every woman needs a de-stresser. It is not only a free gesture, but a romantic one as well.

#2. Massages are a nice simple way to say "hey baby I know you've had a long day" without actually uttering the words. I haven't met a women yet who can't or doesn't enjoy a massage.

#3. A surprise dinner at home can definitely put a smile on your S.O's face. Theres nothing like having a man cook for you, or going through the trouble of pretending. It is both romantic and endearing.

#4. Flowers, Cards & Candy are always sure ways to make a woman smile. But in 2016 we have to be a little innovative. How about writing a hand written letter/note or learning how to make a sweet treat from scratch. (Just a thought) either way your efforts will likely be appreciated.

#5. Allow her to vent. Sometimes in relationships we feel that if we say to much our partners will be turned off and won't bother listening. Well I don't know a woman who isn't a chatter box. Therefore she may just want to get some things off her chest that may have absolutely nothing to do with you. So just listen! And even if it is about you, talking to out may make the world of difference.


5 Things That Are Sure To Make A Guy Smile

#1. Ok so this may be repetitive but "Bubble baths" also make men smile. Women sometimes forget that men need a little love and affection too. After a long day at the office or working that hard strenuous job, he might need a bath to help him settle down. I am a strong believer in reciprocation. It is so very important.

#2. Pedicures.. Yup I said it. Get a bucket from around the house (everyone should have one) of your pedicure machine and allow your man to soak his feet. Then clip his toe nails, polish with clear polish, and give him the best foot massage your little hands can muster up.. Guys love to be pampered. And this is a great way to do just that.

#3. Get on your hands and knees and give him a B.J.. Even if he's not a big fan of this, the surprise factor will definitely make him smile.. ( Women it doesn't have to be a holiday for you to slob on him a little bit) 😒 YES Im talking to you!!

#4. Make his favorite meal.. UMM this one should be no brainer but some of you ladies have lost sight of it. The best way to a mans heart is through his stomach but when you get wrapped up in the routine of everyday life, food and dishes become repetitive. So look online, and find something new or make his favorite steak and potatoes.. Then serve him you for desert!! (You'll Thank me later)

#5. ASK HIM WHAT HE WANTS..... Oh so I bet none of you seen this one coming... As women we FORGET that most of our guys will tell us what will put a smile on their faces. All we have to do is ask! Theres nothing wrong with giving in to 100% of his needs every now and then. Because I'll be honest, sometimes they don't want to hear our rants, and would much rather sit in front of sports center.. The problem is that they feel they will hurt our feelings if they're honest about it. "Hey Honey what can I do to service you, to help you unwind, to help you smile today?" Try it and see if you don't get the biggest smile...

One important thing about this post is that all the things are FREE!
This is because love shouldn't come with a price tag!
Of course trinkets and gifts are great too, but it shouldn't be about just that.. What if you don't have the funds? Trust me its about the small things..
I hope you all found this post helpful.....
                                                                                                 XOXO BrittanyAlissa

Saturday, October 1, 2016

LOVE YOURSELF

Hi Beauties,
        So I've recently had the pleasure of working with Swim Classy which is a company that promotes positivity and the love yourself movement which I feel all women and people alike should stand by. I am a mom 3 beautiful children and I've spent a period of time were I haven't felt my sexist most confident self. With having had 4 C-Sections my skin wasn't and  isn't perfect by any means and at times it has left me self conscious and feeling down about myself. Spending nights crying wasn't beneficial at all so I knew that I had to come up with a plan. After the birth of my last child I got diagnosed with Hypertention and before starting me on medication the Dr. decided that I would be a good candidate for the the "Dash Diet". I had never heard of such a thing and wasn't sure if I would be able to commit to something that was such a drastic change from my everyday life. Knowing that I was already uncomfortable with my imagine I figured it wouldn't hurt to give this diet a try. I started making healthier food choices and incorporated yoga and exercise for mental and physical overall health. It was difficult but with dedication and 100% commitment I was able to do it. I am no longer suffering from Hypertension and my body has changed in a great way. I still don't have abs and I probably never will but I am comfortable in my own skin and to me that's all that matters. I've always wanted my daughter to think of me as a woman she could look up to and now I can officially say that I am that person. I'm not perfect and neither is my body. But I am happy with the changes I've made. Love yourself NO matter what. And if you aren't comfortable with yourself try to find a way to get there, the ball is in your court.

Before
After
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After


I hope this touches someone and motivates them to Love themselves no matter what. And to make changes with the things they are uncomfortable with. XOXO BrittanyAlissa

Monday, August 8, 2016

LIFE WITH BRITTANY AND DONNELL

Hello My Beauties,
                          I just wanted to inform you all that in edition to all of the All About Beauty 1on1 work I do, I decided to start a Vlog channel with my family called Life With Brittany And Donnell. I am so excited about it and the children love being apart of such a wonderful journey. It's like making memories that we will always be able to look back on. I will post one of our videos below and I truly hope you all enjoy watching..
                                                                                                                                                                     XOXO BrittanyAlissa

Friday, July 15, 2016

Black Lives Matter- All Lives Matter

                                      Hello Beauties, Men, Children. Hello ALL


It's VERY rare that I find myself inclined to speak about the world around us because I truly don't feel that my voice can make a difference. But at this point I can't sleep from all of the recent events that have been taking place so I came here to share my thoughts.
I have seen people get crucified for Hashtaging "ALL LIVES MATTER" because of the BLACK LIVES MATTER MOVEMENT but lets be realistic people all around the world people are getting killed for one reason or another.
The victims of 911 MATTER
The LGBT victims in Orlando MATTER
Muslims lives MATTER
Black peoples lives MATTER
Black youth killing other youth MATTER
Individuals being killed for World Star Hip Hops recognition MATTER
The victims in Paris MATTER
The victims in Kenya MATTER
and now NICE......

As individuals we all have a voice and we all have an opinion, but NO ONE deserves to die at the hands of another. NO ONE deserves to sit at home wondering if their loved one will return. But unfortunately this is the world that we live in. This is the fear that the worlds events has plagued on our hearts and lives.

I am a mother to 3 Beautiful BLACK children. 2 of which are boys. But does gender even matter anymore? I have a caucasian niece and hispanic relatives, does that matter anymore? If you happen to take a trip overseas and a tragedy occurs does it matter that your skin was black, purple, blue or green? Or does it only matter that you happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time?

I will not hashtag anything on my social media because I feel that it is pointless. It is pointless because I am tired of seeing death! I am tired of waking up and going to sleep to acts of terrorism, to robberies, to rapes, to murders, and to FEAR!

Can I say that I am not fearful of being BLACK? NO
Because I am fearful to just be alive and "black" is included in that.. But it doesn't matter my race, it doesn't matter that I am an educated woman, it doesn't matter that I am a mother, that I speak proper english, that I moved my children, my family from certain areas, that I don't have a criminal record. What matters is that at any given point for any given reason my life can be taken at the hands of someone else... BY ANYONE!

Right now Rihanna is in NICE and an act of terrorism just occurred. Do you think that her life will be forever changed? Ummm YES
Hello wake up people!
She went some place just to perform her music and now sits waiting just to find out if she will be able to catch a flight back to her friends and family. Point being that we truly aren't safe anywhere!

I wish that instead of hashtaging "BLACK LIVES MATTER we would hashtag STOP THE VIOLENCE AROUND THE WORLD. Or better yet "OUR" lives matter. Because the person typing that in their phones, on their computers or on their iPads MATTER.
I can't sleep because every single day something else is going wrong. I can't sleep because tomorrow another man will be without money and feel the need to rob, because another gangbanger will initiate another person to join, because another woman will kill her children or husband, because another man with commit an act of rage to his spouse, because people are in the streets homeless, because another state will be without water, because children in Africa will still be starving, because MY CHILDREN will still have to worry about what other parents teach their children and allow their children to bring to school.

The world around us is crumbling and its at the hand of "US"
Because each of us has a role to play in whats going on.. Just look in the mirror!
NO you can't control anyone else, but if that person controls themselves then we have a start.

In closing, do you truly think that all of the families having to burry their children, spouse or relative around the world care what hashtag is up today? Or do you think they just want all violence to stop? PERIOD?

We are the answer, we have the voice. STOP THE HEINOUS ACTS, STOP THE VIOLENCE!
                                                             WE ALL MATTER
XoXo 
BrittanyAlissa






                   

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

The Broken Hearted Wife - A Tale By BrittanyAlissa

Hello Beauties,
                       I never do fictional stories but today I was inspired to. Sometimes my imagination gets away from me and I decided to just share what I will be working on in the future.
                                           This Tale is titled - The Broken Hearted Wife


As she awaited her upcoming nuptials Brittany sat and questioned if she was making the right decision, as a phone call from her ex came through on the house phone, she was reminded that just not long ago she had vowed never to remarry but to stay true to only her self.
The screaming could be heard from miles away as Brittany and her ex argued about the fact that she had been pregnant by a man she hardly even knew. To her she felt that she was destined to live her fairytale life, but to those around her she was getting ready to embark on one of the worse mistakes of her life.

As Brittany sat in the mirror and did her makeup, she cried a silent cry and just prayed to Jehovah that he would lead her down the path of righteousness. And with that prayer she headed to the park to say her vows.
No one expected the day to be so beautiful. With the sun shinning and the warm weather, no one would have ever guessed it was October. Brittany had never felt so loved, so beautiful, so Happy.
Little did she know that all of that was soon about to end.

In the month of December as she prepared her husbands birthday meal, a message came through on a social media site that read
DON'T THINK THAT YOUR BABY IS THE ONLY ONE HES HAVING.
Before she could even respond the person had deleted their profile. To her surprise she stayed rather calm and continued to cook dinner before her husband returned from his long day at work. But something just didn't feel right.....

Bling Bling, that was the sound of the phone as her patience grew thin and her mind started to race. As her husband answered the phone Brittany asked him if he had cheated and if he had any other children that she needed to worry about.
His answer came as a complete surprise when he has informed her that he had been unfaithful and his infidelity had possibly lead to the pregnancy of his mistress.
With tears falling from her eyes Brittany realized that her fairytale had come to a complete halt.

After only one week of learning that the life she was living was a complete lie, Brittany sat in her 1st therapy session and heard her husband say the words that no woman wants to hear
"I want a divorce"!
She just couldn't understand how she was the one hearing those words when she had sone nothing wrong. The therapist decided to do her job and ask why as Brittany sat hysterically crying her eyes out.
His answer shocked everyone in the room including the wall paper
"She won't stop crying, she's being overly emotional, who wants to deal with that?
The therapist then made a statement that "he had made his own bed and he needed to lay in it". And he responded by saying that "He didn't have to lay in the bed of crap". He was over his marriage and he felt that just because he had cheated and hurt her, didn't mean that he had to stay and clean up the mess which were her tears.

As Brittany sat with tears in her eyes she begged him not to leave her, not to give up on their marriage, instead of her seeing the situation for what it was she decided to "STOP CRYING" and pretend like it never even happened despite the hurt and pain, despite the fact that she was mislead, and despite the fact that HE had been the one who did wrong.
That was a the 1st time she neglected her emotions but not the last.

After the truth had came out about the other woman Brittany sat in fear everyday that her cheating husband would leave her alone in the pregnancy. She only cried in the shower and decided that even after finding out about 3 other woman that she would still lie in bed with her husband and give him sex just so he didn't seek it elsewhere.
Her self esteem was tarnished and her pride was lost. She had told herself that if this is what it took to have a "happy" marriage then this is what she would do.
Every night she got down on her knees and prayed to Jehovah to release her pain, to open her husbands heart to loving her the way she thought he did in the beginning. But prayer didn't stop her from crying, it didn't stop her from feeling like the man she loved, didn't love her in return.

5 months passed and as her belly grew so did the realization that she did not know who she married.
Late one afternoon a message came through on her husbands phone from a hacker from the Ashley Madison scandal. They were threatening to expose her husband cheating ways, his nude pictures and all the other correspondence between him and other women.
Once again Brittany was blindsided.
She had asked him about the site months prior when the scandal 1st took place but he had only admitted to signing up.
Once he was hacked he had no choice but to tell the truth. NO he hadn't cheated during their marriage on there but his past was haunting him.
Brittany asked him why would he go trolling for married women if he were single and his response was that he was just into dating no matter where the woman came from.

Can you imaging how hurt she was? Can you imagine how confused a person had to be to had pandoras box open to such secrets? Well it didn't end there. After she had believed her husband and decided to yet again look past it for the sake of their child together, she received a phone call a month later from her best friend.
Brittany did you see this social media post?
No I didn't
whats is going on?
Brittany I think you should take a look.
Moments later a message came through on her phone with a link to the account.
It was a complete page dedicated to her husbands genitalia.
The page was slanderous and a down right disgrace to what was left of her marriage.

The page stated that he had been currently cheated and the page was an attack on how much of a sham their entire marriage had been. Between the pictures, the post and the comments Brittany found her self yet again in another scandal.
She cried on the phone to her friend asking why she had to be in this type of situation again.
She tried to talk to her husband but that was only met with denial, it was only met with him once again telling her that he wanted out of the marriage.

She couldn't understand why he was always so quick to leave when she had done nothing wrong.
But thats what happens when someone has control. They start to make you look at yourself wrong instead of looking at the facts as the facts.
On a regular basis her husband told her that she was a bad mother, horrible wife and that she just wasn't the right fit for him. But each and every time he would come up with something new about how she was so imperfect, she came back with ways on how she could fix it.

If he didn't like her hair, she changed it,
her makeup, she wore less,
he outfit choices, she dressed like a nun,
he says she's crazy, she's in therapy trying to get sane.
But none of that every mattered. No matter how much she tried he always came back with something else that he was unhappy with.

Brittany lived a life where everyone around her thought she was happy because thats all she ever wanted to be. If she could fool everyone around her then maybe her situation wasn't all that bad. But the reality of it was that it was that bad.

Her husband told her that she talked to much, that the way she communicated was wrong, and that no matter how angry she got she should't thrown things or every talk to him with profanity unless he would chose to ignore her.
She had become a robot. Afraid of saying anything wrong because she was in constant fear that he would leave. But what was she really holding on to?

It was clear that he didn't want to be there. It was clear that whatever love was there before they married, died was the cheating truth came out.

One night Brittany decided to be playful with her husband.
She put on a baby voice and poked around saying things like baby give me love, kiss me, hold me, love me. But her husband declined. She then decided to do her makeup and get all dressed up just to get his attention. Again another failed attempt.
As tears fell down her eyes, she begged him just to tell her he loved her, to touch her, to lead her into the bedroom and tell her that everything would be ok even if it wouldn't.
He looked at her and told her no.
As she laid on the floor with tear filled eyes and her clothes stained with makeup he turned up the TV and began to laugh at the program that was on.

How could one be so stupid? How could she stay with someone who clearly hated her?
But she stayed.
He told her the bubble baths wouldn't make her happy so he never ran them,
flowers wouldn't solve their problems so he only bought them on birthdays,
sex wasn't that important so he withheld it from her.

Each time she came with a different solution to how their marriage could get better he told her that he had tried everything he could try and that it was best they go their separate ways.
How could he not love her, why was loving her so hard.
Wasn't marriage suppose to be work?
Willing to do whatever it took to have him as an active father in their child's life she stayed, even if that meant being ignored and knowing that if she cried he was sure to ignore her.
She lost her self. She was dead inside. She had married a man who picked her apart with no desire to change.

He would look at her and make statements like "I'm here" so i am working.
She would suggest therapy and he would tell her that he didn't need it, she suggested prayer and he would decline.
If God wasn't in there home how as it ever going to work?

I truly hope you all enjoyed the beginning of my novel.. I will be posting more as the days go by...
XOXO BrittanyAlissa











Friday, June 3, 2016

WHY I FEEL THE NEED TO LIVE MY LIFE SO PUBLICLY

Hey Beauties,
                      So a lot of people have been asking why I feel the need to post so much of my life on the web and being the type of human that I am I figured I'd answer in the only way I know how.

                  I totally enjoy living my life for the world to see. It's not for attention, it's not for money, (even though that's a nice perk).. It's because I feel that with everything that life has thrown my way I have a voice and I truly feel that people can either learn from my mistakes or relate from some of my experiences.
I've learned so long ago that I am just not your average person. I mean I have two arms, a mouth, some legs and a brain, so in that sense I am just like everyone else. But the way I think is just so far from "NORMAL"!
                  Ok for starters I live in a fantasy bubble. I think my life should be like some sort of romantic fairytale. Like the whole rose pedals at my feet and candlelit dinners every month type thing.
Second I don't take anything for granted. Like Anything.
I have had numerous surgeries, I live with a genetic blood disorder which causes me to have blood Transfusions and IV iron infusions every few months, and I think growing up in foster care, being raped as a teen, and being molested as a child also should have made me a bitter betty; don't you think?
                   But it hasn't! My life hasn't broken me, hasn't made me hate being who I am, nor has it made me regret any of those experiences.
NO I don't need anyone's pity, and HELL NO those things should have never happened to me, or to anyone for that matter. But it has allowed me to be the woman I am today. I wear each and every experience as a badge of honor.
When I was younger I used to always lift me head to the sky and ask God "why me" and that answer came to me through my children. I am a mother of 3. One being a 12yrs old little girl that I cradle and protect ever single day from what the world has to offer. It allows me to be the mother to her that I never got an opportunity to know. I can relate to what she may feel and I can make damn sure that no one every hurts her the way I was hurt.
                    Let's be honest for a second
Foster children are known for repeating a lot of the cycles that they've witnessed throughout the years. Violence, Rape, Drug Abuse, Teen pregnancy and Suicides.
I've lived a life where I could have easily been a drug addict, a prostitute, or even have committed Suicide.
But having to burry a child at 15yrs old makes you look at life a little differently. I had to grow up fast, because I was put in a situation were adult decisions had to be made. There was no room for giving up! Only space for growth.
                                                  And that was my wake up call!
                   I needed to live to tell my story, I survived some unthinkable experiences so that I could break the cycle. My children have a mother who knows enough about life to not allow them to become victims. Who knows the type of love they need in order for them not to have to search for it outside of home. So many people live in silence and I guess everyone wonders why "I" chose not to....
Why should I have to pretend like I am perfect? Why should I pretend like life didn't deal me a bad hand?
The answer is I shouldn't.. NO one should.
My life has taught me to never make excuses because things truly aren't that bad.
My life has taught me to be grateful for every "Tomorrow".
My life has taught me the difference between bad and a leaning experience.
My life has taught me that I will always be a great mother, wife and person to every single person that comes encounter with me.
Because I am grateful & happy just to have BREATH!!
I LIVE MY LIFE PUBLICLY BECAUSE I AM NOT ASHAMED OF WHAT I'VE BEEN THOUGH.
I embrace it!
This "Foster Girl" has a voice.
And I truly hope that someone learns from my experiences, speaks because they too have a voice, and lives life everyday; grateful to be alive.
I hope this answers the question everyone has been asking.
                                                     LIVE, LOVE, LAUGH   ... (ALOUD)
                                                                                         
                                                                                                    XOXO BrittanyAlissa

                                               

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Brittany Isn't PREDICTIBLE

Hey Beauties,
                It's been a while and I'm not gonna go on the normal apology streak, instead i'm going to jump right into it.
                   I was inspired to write this post from an old friend.
It was one of those really needed conversations that allowed me to put things into perspective.
I feel as adults we all need the occasional heart to heart.
I've never looked at myself as predictable, I guess I've always been pastionate about what I wanted but never took the same approach to get there and that makes me quite unpredictable.
But the problem I had was that my risk taking behavior has never quite worked in my favor, but does that mean I should stop being who I am?
Granted jumping in relationships with some of the men I chose may have been mistake after mistake but they were all my mistakes to make. I will not apologize for seeing good in people and ultimately wanting to have my "happily ever after". After all even Cinderella had to mop floors and Sleeping beauty had to prick her finger on a needle to find true love. So how could I think that it would come easy for me?
I've always wanted family and the family life and no matter what transpired in my "situationships" I stayed true to my goal. Marriage, children and the life where I could be betty crocker and my husband would be the guy who lit my candles and ran my bubble baths.
I'm no idiot, and I know that maybe instead of walking through a dark room I should perhaps turn on the lights but at least I can say that I did, I do and will do what others are so afraid to.
What is life without taking chances?
What is love with out heartbreak?
And what is falling down if you can't get back up?
For 5 years I put in my mind that I would marry the man who deserved me and I would give him a child, so during that time I kissed toooooooo many frogs and battled infertility which was only God's way of preventing me from making a horrible mistake with the wrong person.
Looking back on it now I know it was all for the best. But while I was in it I wanted each and every one of those relationships to work. Even the ones that I knew wholeheartedly were just horrible. But its amazing what we'll allow ourselves to tolerate.
To me Predictability is boring and I genuinely hate boring. I don't want to make the same meals, wear the same clothes, have the same knowledge I had yesterday, or make love the same way for to long. I guess thats why I've always had the issues I've had. I want to wear my hair differently, I want to be silly today and a business women the next, quiet today and loud later on but the question is does that make me wrong? NO!
It may not make me wrong but it has gotten me into a SHIT load of trouble.
I've dated wealthy,
and have truthfully had everything any girl/ woman could possibly want. But if those men I dated didn't fit neatly into my box of requirements then I had to explore my options. Sometimes it was even me who didn't fit into theres. So with blooded knees I got myself back up and continued on my journey.
I had my mind set and knew that FAMILY was the head of any thing else and getting there wasn't an option, it was all a matter of when and with who. After all was said and done I decided to marry the boy next door, the guy who needs to be pushed a little harder and told things a little more than the average. I've had relationships that have ranged anywhere from 2 months to 6 years and yet people can't understand how I married the man I did. To me it wasn't about the amount of time, instead it was about the feelings I got when we kissed, the feelings I got when he wasn't in my presence, the feeling of going to bed for the rest of my life without having him right in arms reach. And to me, to BRITTANY that was enough to say I do. It was enough to take a gamble one last time to reach my goal of "Happily ever after".
Smart? LOL
Maybe not to you but to me and my unpredictability I would have to say that it was the choice that only a crazy hopeless romantic could make.
If my marriage fails or last forever I'll live without regret. I followed my heart and took a chance and to those who know me, know that for the rest of my time here on this earth I'll always have this risk taking Loving soul. No apologies!

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

FACING DEATH - The truth about my pregnancy

Hey everyone,
     I usually start these post a little different but today this is not just for the beauties but for people in general.
For most of the people who know me, you know that for the past year I've had some amazing things happen, I got married and had a brand new cheerful baby boy. But what a lot of you don't know is the journey it took to have it all... So here goes....
I debated numerous times about whether or not I should even do this, share this, be this real
but knowing that I can potentially help someone else made me feel compelled to do so.

I married the love of my life in a Central Park wedding which had been my dream from such a very young age, while most people envisioned the whole church wedding my heart was set on Central Park. I have to say it was a fairytale come true. On a October day which was meant to be rainy and cold the sun was out and it was 73 degrees. To me I was ready to be someone's wife and I had my whole life to become great at it, to succeed at it, and to give it my all. But that all changed with a simple checkup to the Dr. A visit that changed my life forever!

I sat being happily pregnant, ready to embrace the new path my life headed in. When I was told that carrying life could take my own. It wasn't said in the nicest way
but in the most traumatizing, hurtful way ever possible.
I was asked if I wanted to DIE, I was asked if I wanted the baby I was carrying to DIE, I was being put in the position to detemin life or death for myself and another life. I was giving the choice to play God!

I remember putting on a brave face that day for Donnell and trying to reassure him that everything was going to be ok, but deep down inside I was planning my funeral. That day I dialed my moms number and broke down asking how could someone be so harsh, I went through the why me's, and then in the end I said it's either my life or this baby's because I wanted, I needed to live for my other children.
My mothers exact words were to "have your baby" and I'll be there every step of the way. And with
those words I decided to continue on with the pregnancy.

I lived everyday for the next 236 days as if "that" was going to be the day I died. For the 1st 3 months I didn't even want to become close to "the child" I was carrying. How could I bond with someone I was never going to meet? I was broken , my thoughts shattered. But I made it to 4 months and then I was hit with another bomb. I ended up being admitted into the hospital where we were told that our baby wasn't going to make it, that we will more than likely be induced into a miscarriage to yet again save my life. With tear filled eyes, and feeling defeated (yet again) I called my mother; and a woman of her word she ran to my side and assured me that God was going to see us through. I hated the fact
that she wanted me to remain faithful when I questioned whether or not there was even a God.

Those 2 days seemed like an eternity but I left out of there still pregnant! I remember putting my hand on belly and talking to our child saying " if mommy doesn't make it, I will make sure that you do". And with that the determination to live, it became a fight not for me but for the child I was carrying. I started keeping a journal of my everyday experiences. I wanted he or she to be fully aware that they were loved. That I fought everyday for them to have a life here on this earth. Writing was the only way to keep myself from wanting to just end it all, it was my last hope. But
what a lot of people don't know is that I literally contemplated suicide everyday. I hated myself. I just couldn't live counting down the days till death! But for my 2 children and the one in my belly I fought.

I felt so bad for my husband, he tried so hard to be my rock but he was crumbling. He was literally deteriorating and I felt to blame. He deserved someone who could carry a child without hassle, someone who wasn't me, so I pushed him a way. I started fights, I screamed and yelled.
I didn't want him to see me like that, I didn't want him to pity me. He married me thinking he was going to have happiness, but ended up trying to hide his fear of losing me and the baby. I didn't want him to love his dying wife, I just needed to continue loving my kids and getting the baby to the earth. I felt that if he left I would have one less painful thought. But it only made things worse.
My marriage was in shambles and for the world we put on brave faces. But it was all a lie!

Donnell was down 40lbs and I was conflicted thinking of ways to enjoy my time here on earth and also different ways to kill myself. I was on bedrest and could only get out of bed to shower and pee, my life was literally all about baby. My husband had no one to talk to because he had cut himself off from the world. I didn't want to speak to him because I hated him for getting me pregnant, but I really hated myself!! And for the life of me I couldn't understand why he didn't just pack his bags and leave me the hell alone. Why the hell didn't he want a better life? A life that he could of shared with someone not on the verge of death?

The truth of the matter was that, I NEEDED HIM! And he knew it! No matter how bad the days were he never left me side. NEVER. He allowed work to disappear and me and the kids became his priority. He ate, slept and breathed me! I didn't see then how much he cared. And I guess we never do..
This man was told every other week that he would lose me, that he would lose our child, but he never allowed me to see him break down. We were isolated. trapped in a house with no family or friends who really knew the truth. I hated him for being him, and he continued to deal with my bullshit and continued to love me.

I was on weekly hormone shots that I was told would aid in me carrying the baby to 35 weeks. *Makena*- A progesterone shot. Or as we like to call it the hormone from HELL!!
Between my mom and Donnell I don't know who wanted to put me out of my misery more but what neither of them understood was that being told I could die left me haunted.
My goal had always been to out live my mother, and I didn't understand why God was allowing me to die at 27yrs old. I didn't understand why he would allow me to live and burry another child. I didn't understand anything because life was all a BLUR.

Laying in bed all day I was left with only my thoughts and I cried every single day, I literally did. It was like routine, 3 days a week in the hospital, 4 days a week in the bed. My children didn't understand what was going on, I tried so hard to shelter them from the truth. Donnell invinted family game night where they would play all type of fun board games, cards and watch movies together. Things I couldn't do while on bedrest, my kids didn't know what was wrong with "mommy" and they were so preoccupied it helped them to forget that anything was going on. I tried to have them involved in every way they could, the sonograms, the cravings (like Ihop) LOL. All the fun ways. But knowing that I could leave them made me want to die even sooner.

We found out that we were having a son and although I had sold Donnell on making him a Jr, those days in bed had my mind rolling yet again. I ended up coming up with the name LAKE.
When I was a bit younger I used to take trips to the Poconos in the colder months and there used to always be some sort of Lake or pond that the autumn leaves fell into, when the sun hit the leave filled water I always remembered peaceful thoughts. Envisioning the serene view game me hope that everything was going to be ok, and finally gave a little peace to my heart.

With 72 Dr. apps 32 hospital visits, and 22 weeks of bedrest I finally made it to the end. This was the day that I was sure I was going to die, this was the day that the Dr's said I was going to die. The day of my C-section. My mother was up and awake at 5am and Donnell and I were on our knees praying, I asked God to please allow me more time here, more time with my children, a chance to meet our son and with that we headed to the hospital.

As they coached me back to the Operating room I remember having to give Donnell my wedding band (my good luck charm) and I knew then and there I wasn't going to make it out alive. I still don't know why I need the wedding band on but I did.... I guess I just needed something...
As I laid there on the table and they removed Lake from my belly, I looked over at the window and stared at the sun and closed my eyes briefly and said a silent prayer to myself. If this was if for me I was ready, I had made it where no one thought I was going to and the baby was now able to fight here on his own. My job was done. Before I went in I spoke to Lei and Aj about the fact that we may never see each other again. It was the 1st time I had let them know the truth, I've never seen my children cry so hard. But they at least deserved a Good-Bye. To this day that conversation still breaks my heart. No parent should ever have to tell their kids they may die!

I ended up losing a lot of blood and needing a transfusion, which meant that my fight wasn't over yet. I was still back and forth in the hospital for retained placenta and severe bleeding for 10 weeks after Lake got here but in my mind if Gods plan was to take me away this late into it at least I had 10 more week with my children. But all of that came to an end.

Its been 18 weeks and I'm still here fighting. I now have high blood pressure, a blood disorder called Thalassemia (I've had for years) and I'm still anemic. But I am here!! I can't lie to any of you and say that my mental state is 100% because I would never lie about that. I still constantly battle away the trauma of living my life everyday thinking I was going to die but it only makes me cherish my life and my kids that much more. As for my marriage, its actually better than ever. I couldn't imagine going through any of it with anyone else.
No one would be able to endure what he did and I'm forever grateful. We may have had a little detour in our "Happily Ever After" but with me determined to LIVE we still have everyday to work toward it.

In closing...
High risk pregnancy is no laughing matter. It takes a toll on everyone involved. Women go through a lot to bring children into the world so please don't think its just a walk in the park. People may glamorize pregnancy in the magazines, books and in tv shows but for some of us thats not real life. Makena helped me get Lake here on time and my family helped me mentally. My mother and my husband became my rocks and without them who knows how this could have turned out. For all the moms on bedrest, I'm here if you ever need someone to help you through the really tough days.
I no longer think about ending my life.  I have so much to live for. And although I'm still haunted by the idea of death I'm learning to get through it with therapy. I do know that its the Trauma the makes me fearful that things may some how change one day but I know that with the help things will all get better.
I truly hope that my story helps someone else get through a rough pregnancy.
                                                                   



XoXo BrittanyAlissa




Saturday, May 23, 2015

MARRIAGE

Hey Beauties,
                It has been forever since I have been on here and a lot has changed since then.
I am now a mother of 3 beautiful children and they truly are the lights of my life, but that isn't what I am writing about today. Today's post will be from a extremely intimate deep place and I hope you all find some comfort in it.

              Have you ever wondered what happened to marriages? You know the ones from back in the day! The ones were the men worked to provide for their families while the women either worked from home or were stay at home mothers. The marriages where the women cooked and the husbands bought the occasional flowers to show his appreciation.
Well now a days people take marriage as a joke. "Death do us part" turns out to be "till problems do us part" and it's a sad and unfortunate situation. Men no longer see their marriages as partnerships, they don't think about being providers, instead they sit at home while the women are the bread winners.
The problem is that most of us jump head 1st into situations and then sit in sorrow when it all turns to shit. Before jumping into anything you have to make sure that everyone's intentions are the same.
Does he have a career? does she have a career?
Can he/she cook?
What is her take on religion? Does he believe in God?
Does she have children? Does he take care of his children?
What is her/his take on monogamy?
Those are just some of the questions most of us neglect to ask before taking things to the next level. Financial issues are the #1 reason why couples get divorced within the 1st year of marriage, the 2nd is infidelity. We grow up believing that men are suppose to be head of household, but what happens when a man doesn't provide? What happens if he doesn't know HOW to take on a task as huge as being "head of household"? Do you walk away? Or do you wait for him to get it together?
What happens when you crave affection, attention and romance and your partner doesn't know how to show or give it?  These are all of the questions that can't be answered when you enter into a partnership without asking all of the necessary questions. In today's society it's no longer a sole concern to just ask the basic questions like "do you smoke" or "what's your favorite color" because although important; it isn't what's going to get you to the next level. Marriage is suppose to be about compromise, having a partner in LIFE, a best friend, a person that you vow forever with and actually strive reaching forever with. We all have fictitious views of what marriage should or shouldn't be and when we get the opposite we ignore the vows and go back on the prow searching for better again but when does the cycle end? And does better exist?

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Our Picture Perfect Day

Hey Beauties,
                   So I am so happy to announce that I have a new last name.. LOL
I'm actually still getting used to saying that, but what I really wanted to come on here to talk about is "THE DAY"... or rather "OUR DAY"

A WEEK BEFORE.......

Leading up to Oct 3rd my then fiancé and I had been checking the weather like crazy people and this was simply because "who wants a rainy wedding"? But mostly because our big day would be taking place in Central Park and rain would have really put everything to a halt. The weather channel app had stated that it would drizzle which wasn't something either of us had anticipated. Like at all. We thought that it would just be a great day, forgetting that anything could be possible.. But within the next following days the weather had miraculously changed.. And kept changing.. And kept changing.. I think the weather changed about a million times before that Friday came. The night before our wedding I looked at the weather one last time and it said 66 and cloudy which to me meant cold and dreary but honestly nothing was going to keep me from marrying the man of my dreams so I went to sleep with the idea in mind that the show must go on......


THE BIG DAY..............

Waking up the morning of Oct 3rd felt surreal, whereas some people get cold feet I got Numb..
Numb because no emotion in this world could describe what I was feeling besides that.. My mind was going 1000 miles per minute but one thing I did know for sure was that I WAS READY....
I had kissed so many frogs in the past and deep in my heart I had no doubts that I had found my prince.
So I rolled out of bed and stepped outside to see just what type of day the weather had settled on, and to my surprise it was PERFECT..
The sun was shinning bright and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, and although it was a bit chilly; it wasn't cold.
My mind had already been made up that I was not going to rush, so I re-entered the house, jumped in the shower and took my time doing my hair and makeup.... I ENDED BEING LATE TO MY OWN WEDDING but it was all worth it.

The drive to the park that day felt like it took forever, I wish I had a private jet because I just couldn't get there fast enough. But when I did get there it was nothing short of MAGICAL...
To best describe it would be to compare it to Carrie from Sex and the City. The scene in the movie where she's trying on wedding dresses and the camera's are flashing from all over the place..  Because that day all of the tourist around the park were taking pictures.. (I'm sure I'm on some strangers Instagram).. LOL
Well to bring this story to an end,
I walked arm in arm with my father in law up to the Cop Cot location and there my husband stood dressed for the Gods, reminding me of one of the many reasons I was marrying him in the 1st place
(JK)... But honestly it was truly MAGICAL...
We exchanged personal vows and had our 1st official kiss as husband and wife... BOY OH BOY.. Was it Magical! Oh and that 66 and cloudy weather report turned into 75 and sunny.. It was truly a PICTURE PERFECT DAY...







XOXO Brittanyalissa

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Upcoming Wedding

Hey Beauties,
                   So I've been missing in action for a little while but I'm back to share some amazing news.
My fiancé and I will be getting Married on OCT 3rd 2014 in Central Park. We are keeping it as intimate as possible with just our closest family and friends.
I've been on here talking a lot about relationships and clearly hiding my own. (Sorry) I guess I just wasn't ready to allow the world in on all the changes being made in my life until I was 100% sure. AND NOW I AM...
I have found the guy of my dreams we finish each others sentences, laugh at the silliest things and stay up late just talking about life and honestly I couldn't be happier. ( I guess EHARMONY really works).... LOL
All the details from the wedding are complete and now we are just awaiting our special day. BOY oh BOY what difference a few months make. One thing I have definitely learned is that planning a wedding is hard work, even something as intimate as the one we are having. But I'm sure it will turn out just the way its suppose to.




Oh and one last small detail.......
WE ARE EXPECTING :-)
Here Is the video if you all are interested.

XOXO BrittanyAlissa

Sunday, August 24, 2014

One Big Cliche

Hey Beauties,
                   So I literally just walked through the front door of my apartment and the one place I just had to come was here.  I have been writing a lot about relationships lately and I think most of it has to do with the growth I've made within myself due to some new experiences. To say that life for me is different sounds like One Big Cliche but it completely sum's up everything that has been going on. I have admitted to looking at life through foggy glasses once before but with this new found peace of mind that is no longer the case. Life will give you just what you need when you least expect it and all your suppose to do its just absorb it without asking any questions. Its like, excepting that nothing in life is guaranteed but still being willing to ride out all the waves until you get to shore. I no longer want to assume that the worst is right around the corner. But instead I want to be that girl, that woman who allows life to happen naturally. Ready Set Go...

P.s just because I always look out for you beauties I'm going to bless you all with a few photos from my birthday featuring D.


When it feels right go for it. -Brittanyalissa


XOXO BrittanyAlissa

Sunday, August 17, 2014

TO RUN OR NOT TO RUN

Hey Beauties,
                   So this blog is really turning out to be mainly about relationships and I don't truly know how I feel about it. Although I love relationships, and being able to give my input on them I am not an expert and my opinions are just that (OPINIONS) so please don't take my words as LAW....
Now without further ado this post is about "Running away from relationships" and why people do it.
  I have been known for running from situations that have gotten to serious. I've ran from fear of getting hurt, fear of things turning right, and overall fear of myself. Wearing your heart on your sleeve isn't always the most settling feeling. Its actually quite frightening. But the funniest thing about any of this is that I run in the most backwards situations ever. For instance,
If things are not so good I stay, and when things are amazing I run. 0_o
Like WTH.
So for the past year I just decided to quit running altogether. And lets just say that although a little optimism goes a long way,,,,,,,,, allowing yourself to be vulnerable sucks donkey nuts. (BLAH,BLAH, BLAH BLAH,BLAH)
So what does any of this mean?
Can it be fixed?
Will I ever find love?
Does love exist?
So let me say this, I DON'T HAVE THE ANSWERS TO ANY OF THOSE QUESTIONS.
But I do know that when you love someone and I mean butterflies, sleepless nights, whole day thrown off type of love, then maybe its OK to ride out the waves and see where that love will take you. Your heart feels what it feels and wants what it wants even when your mind is not in agreeance.
I have learned that people tend to sabotage things and situations out of fear. And sabotage is the same thing as running altogether.
Just because "You" aren't technically putting feet to pavement doesn't eliminate the fact that you are forcing the other person to find reasons to pick apart the relationship, therefore resulting in "running".
What happened to the days when people weren't afraid of love and excepted it in its entirety?
I'll tell you what I think happened. I think that over the course of your life's existence you find that one person who changes your life and allows you to "love" and when things go wrong within that particular relationship the hurt that remains is also accompanied by this "void'. And out of fear of ever feeling that hurt again you tend to build this invisible wall that protects your heart. Now from experience I can admit to knowing this to be a fact, but hurting someone else (Unintentionally) doesn't make it right. I can't say whether having a road block up is the best medicine because again I have been known to do it, but I will say this
I will rather spend my days hurting over what I know; than my nights pondering about what I don't.
what I mean by that is this, I would much rather iron out the problems that come with a relationship, than to run away and never know if that person and myself were ever going to work out despite all of the effort.
In closing I will say that admitting to love may be the hardest thing ever to some people. And its totally OK.. But hurting that person out of fear of getting hurt yourself (is not).
You have to understand that not everyone is going to "get it" so you risk losing something that can either be the greatest thing or the worst situation ever all because of fear. NOT KNOWING IS SCARY, BUT WE WAKE UP EVERY MORNING NOT KNOWING SO WHY do we think there should be a difference when it comes to love? Feeling LOVE within your heart and walking away from it is pretty silly! The whole point of running is to avoid getting hurt isn't it? But wouldn't you still feel hurt from loving someone and either pushing or allowing them to walk out of your life? Is that not a bit cliche? Or is RUNNING much easier than actually staying and not knowing?
                                                            My THOUGHTS
I would much rather LOVE and feel, than to not. I have done my share of regretting. And walking away from someone who has my heart would leave nothing but regret.
My heart will mend if it gets broken, but I refuse to break my own heart out of fear of having anyone else break it.
So the QUESTION IS
To Run or Not to Run? I'm interested in hearing your fed back. :-)
XOXO BrittanyAlissa

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Brittany Alissa B

Hey Beauties,
                    So after a few years of having this and many other sites, I felt that it was finally necessary to speak solely about myself (for at least one post anyway). So here goes.
I have always considered myself to be this hopeless romantic, down to earth, fun loving, free spirit.  My childhood wasn't easy and I lived a relatively hard life, but I've always saw light at the end of the tunnel. And my glass has always been half empty..
Now with that being said I must admit that when you continuously get kicked to the ground you start to wonder if your truly meant to stay there.. At 26 years old I have seen and been through some things that people would never imagine, but from the outside looking in, how could you?
Because of my childhood I developed what some would call a "DADDY COMPLEX". For those of you who don't know what this is I will sum it up in a nutshell. A daddy complex is when a female who's father was rarely around seeks men to feel the void his absence left. (Usually men much older than herself.)
This "complex" has caused me to deal and put up with things that a normal person would never, just because I yearn so deeply for love.
I have this idea that LOVE, True Love exist and I just want a taste of what it really feels like. And this is where my "Hopeless Romantic" theory comes in to play.
I tend to date men I shouldn't, and when I say shouldn't I mean the commitment phobe, the pot head, the womanizer, the abuser, and the cheats........
What initially happens is that I go into each situation with 100% optimism and then when things go wrong I'm left broken hearted, but the reality of it has always been that I knew deep down in my heart that those situations were never going to work.
I've always felt that if I gave massages, cooked dinner, lite candles, played slow jams and was 100% honest that one of those men would take notice and eventually show appreciation for it.. For ME..
BOY WAS I WRONG!
But even then It wasn't until last night that the light at the end of the tunnel became really dim to me. Don't get me wrong; I still believe love exist, I'm just not so sure that I will find it.
Each time I feel as though I'm getting close, something happens that brings me back down to reality. And to say that I'm over it would be an understatement.. I've always thought that men wanted independent woman, who cooked, cleaned, and thought the world of them. But its clear that I'm a little off.. And I know I'm definitely not high maintenance because I care more about the simple things than I do the big ones. I would prefer respect than gifts. Laughter than arguments, cooking meals together indoors than going out to eat, family time over bar time and honesty over a lie. But even with all of that I haven't had that one man who has proven to me that Love is worth searching or fighting for. I envision myself marrying my best friend. A man who has just the right amount of sarcasm, a great sense of humor, very level headed, a great communicator and someone who cares just as much about family as I do.. Maybe that just doesn't exist anymore.

Here is a list of 10 things a man can do make/keep me happy

1. Respect me- I don't like the word Bitch, and I don't feel a man should call his woman or any woman out her name.
2. Be honest- If I do or say something that is a little left, let me know so I can work on it & tell me the truth even when your sparing my feelings. I can deal with the truth much easier than a lie. (Once the trust is gone so am I.)
3. Flowers- I LOVE flowers, like love them.....
4. Allow me to be me- I know that I have flaws, but we all do!
5. Romance- The most romantic thing to me is someone who will run a bath or give me a massage.
6. Quality time- Now this is here because people don't seem to know the difference between time and quality time. Having one on one time just relaxing at home or away allows both people to grow closer to each other.
7. Rules- Please Please don't come to me with a journal or mind full of crap that you have to live by. Every person is different therefore every situation is different. So those rules may not work with everyone you get with!!!!!!!!!!!!
8. Affection- I need this. I just love the whole touchy feely stuff.
9. Attention- This one isn't that big of a deal but is sometimes necessary. If we are together show me you care, its just that simple.
10. Be a MAN- I shouldn't have to tell you, show you or direct you how to treat me. It should come naturally. If I'm good to you just feed off of that and give it back.

I don't know if I'm ever going to find my "Happily ever after" but I still hold on to a tiny piece of hope. Because I refuse to believe that I can't have it ALL.
 XOXO BrittanyAlissaB.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

What Is DATING???

Hey Beauties,
                   So let me 1st start off by saying that I hope everyone is having an amazing summer.
Now with that being said I want to jump into today's topic.
                                                                         "DATING"
The other day I was with a group of friends and the conversation of dating and relationships kept coming up. As you can imagine this topic is so "Normal" that everyone seems to be having it on a day to day basis. But what got me to writing about it; is the specific question that kept being asked.     "WHAT IS DATING"?
So it seems that just because we all talk about it, doesn't mean we know or understand exactly what it means so here is a look at it from my point of view...
Dating 1on1... ( I actually like the sound of that ).. HMMMM... LOL but back to regular scheduled programming.
Dating to me is the space between full on commitment and friendship.
To date doesn't mean to sleep with or get attached, but simply two people going out enjoying each others company.
The problem that a lot of people seem to be having is that they don't DATE 1st, instead they jump into these serious relationships and wonder why after a few months it all goes down hill.
IE: I don't consider going to someones house for a day; a date. A date to me is both parties agreeing on a destination (BEFORE HAND), scheduling it, and going through with it.
Whether you guys meet at the destination or he/she picks you up doesn't really mater, all that matters is that the date is happening which allows each of you to get to know the other that much better..
Here is a list of 3 good dates and 3 horrible dates

Good 
1. A restaurant- The reason why this is a good date is because although at times it may be a bit noisy, it allows both parties to make eye contact which makes conversing that much easier.

2. Bowling- This shows how competitive your future partner can be and it also shows whether or not the person has a great sense of humor.

3. Ice cream in the park- Communication is key to any successful relationship/friendship, and what better place to talk 1on1 than at a park?

Bad
1. The Movies- How can you talk with a person you just met at the movies? For 2-3 hours your sitting in complete silence which means your no closer to knowing this person than before you met. (What a waste)

2. A CLUB- Umm like seriously.. Have you ever tried to hold a conversation over loud music? Well I have and I was hoarse the next day. Theres just something about screaming at each other all night that just isn't all that great.

3. A Strip Club- Sooooo .....Ummmmmm........ Wellll.......
Would you be comfortable with your date talking you to a place that nudity is front and center?

NOW although those good and bad date ideas are on these list does not mean that once you have been dating over a course of time that they can't become good options. (It truly depends on the people, chemistry and situation.)
And trust me I have done most of the do's and don'ts, but the art of it all is learning from each and every situation...........................................
Once you feel comfortable enough and have spent some time together the conversation of whether to start a relationship or to be friends should be brought up. Especially if a relationship was the goal from the gate. There is nothing worse than wanting someone exclusively and not know where you stand!!

So to sum all of this stuff up
Dating: Is getting to know someone before putting a title such as boyfriend or girlfriend on the situation.
It allows you to be open, and upfront about things most people won't. It also allows both parties the option of walking away before the whole relationship thing starts, therefore preventing hearts from getting broken and feelings from getting hurt.
                                       Questions from my actual talk with friends
1. How long should you date before starting a relationship? It is up to the individuals but for me I know after 3 dates if I want a person exclusively.
2. Can you have sex during this time? Again it depends on the people. But sex builds more emotion and if it doesn't turn into a committed relationship, someone can end up getting emotionally hurt. (So Be Careful!)
3. Can you date more than one person at a time? Honestly I don't do this, but again some people do.
4. What happens if you catch feeling while still in the dating phase? Feelings happen, and if it does then that's more of a reason to start a relationship.

I hope you all found this helpful. Leave your comments below giving me your point of views.
XOXO BrittanyAlissa




Thursday, July 17, 2014

SINGLE IN NEW YORK

Hey Beauties,
         I will be uploading a more detailed video about this post but for now I will put it in words.
So a few post ago I stated that I was going through a lot and that I would touch base on it at a later date, well here is that later date.
Sooooooo For those of you who don't know, I am a New Yorker. Although my parents are both from other places, I was born and raised here. And although I have a love hate relationship with this beautiful city, I have pure HATRED for the dating scene.
I work hard to provide for my children, and working hard = playing less. Therefore my dating life sucked. So little ole me signed up on this little site called Plenty Of Fish or (POF). It was a free site where men can hound women and the women can "sell things" O_o
It truly wasn't the place for someone like me. Someone genuinely looking for love.
After about a year I did happen to meet someone. We started off speaking on the phone for 3 months straight, then graduated to spending loads of time together. Optimistically after about 8 months I ended up convincing myself that he was "The One" we had so much in common and I fell in love with his family and I guess being around someone so much you eventually catch feelings more rapidly than usual!  Welp Long story short (the hounding for women never stopped for him) and I was left heart broken.  After encountering my share of morons I eventually decided to be delete my profile in its entirety. I then took some time for healing and recollection. And I remember sitting at home one day watching television and these damn commercials kept coming on......
Well needless to say that after PLENTY and PLENTY OF "COMMERCIALS" I decided to join Eharmony.
Welp for those of you who have no knowledge of the site I will say this,
you are put through an extensive amount of questioning. Like eeexxxxttteeenssiivveeeee!!!!!
When you are asked so much about your life, your likes, and dislikes you become very...... Whats the words I'm looking for? The word is HOPEFUL. You become hopeful that maybe, just maybe true love is out there.  And before I go any further I will say this
I AM AN EXTREME HOPELESS ROMANTIC. I LOVE; LOVE, THE IDEA OF LOVE, AND THE FEELING OF ACTUALLY BEING IN LOVE!!.
Now back to regular scheduled programming.. :-)
I met someone my 2nd day on the site. And when I say met I mean conversed via "site" then graduated to phone calls/ texting.
It took 3 months to meet in person and I thought he was a rad dude..
We spoke about him opening doors, having respect for women, and overall just being this RAD guy...
...................... It took 6 months for me to see that NONE of that crap was the truth.
He was overly demanding, insecure, and a complete Asshole..I wasn't allowed to dress, walk or talk like myself I had to change everything while he told me that he needed to change absolutely nothing. But I stayed stupid me.. and eventually I got a nice ring.. A ring that he kept from his family and meant nothing because he stated that he wasn't even ready for marriage.. Again Asshole.. I left after we hit the 10 month mark.  Best thing I could of done for my sanity!! Thank you Jesus!! :-)
I took some time off And then started dating again.
and again
and again
and again...................................................................
I don't ask for much. I ask for open communication, honesty, respect and some more respect. But it seems that The Big Apple is full of people who have no idea, what they want.
Men and woman who would rather Have Sex than to open their hearts to the possibility of love.
Men who state they want relationships but wouldn't know one if it were staring them in the face.
I'm SOOOOOOOOO old school. I just want that "SILLY LOVE". The one where you know you'll get a Good Morning call, The one where holding hands in Central park is better than going to a bar for drinks, The one where I fall asleep at night and he's on my mind and I know I'm on his. The one where we make dinner together at home and watch Netflix. The one that isn't based upon finances but LOVE and pure RESPECT for one another. I never thought that I would ever give up on the possibility that I would find just what I'm looking for. But I have gone from 100 % - about 30%. And its unfortunate that SEX runs this CITY of dreams. And love has become so far fetched that everyone is just existing.. This journey Is exhausting! And I refuse to settle for anything other than what I deserve!!
If the guy I'm seeing has all these damn rules about
When to and when not to call
How long before feelings should be revealed
How long will I stick around before she puts out
My friends have to like her
She has to like sports
and BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH! then I will cross him out my life like a bad habit.
Relationships aren't built for rules. It should flow naturally. It should feel natural and a list is just so so so YUCK!
Get to know me for me. Make your decisions based on my heart, the time we spend together, and how I treat you, not on a "DAMN LIST".
I guess that's why I'm single because I just can't deal with the whole unnatural feel of this new dating system.. So Now I ask
How do
you fellow New Yorker cope with dating?
And how is dating elsewhere?

                                                                                                                               XOXO BrittanyAlissa