A Client Of Mine

A client of mine who I’ve worked with for the last past three months is having a really hard time right now as he is miserable, depressed, and feeling that his life has significantly fallen apart.

He’s a Jewish man who lives on the upper west side in Manhattan, New York.

He is a retired lawyer whose second wife ruined the income that he’d worked a lifetime for through her gold-digging, envious, and bitter ways.

I asked him why he had gotten together and married her within the first place. He acknowledged to me that she had pushed herself on him, and while he at the time thought with the “head” between his legs instead of the “head” of his brain, he’d made a drastic mistake that could not be reversed.

He also said he thought his second wife might eventually become different within her personality through out their courtship together. And that he’d hand out money to her to keep things harmonious between them when he realized she wasn’t going to change.

My client did admit to me that he’d not always been a good husband toward her, and that he’d put her through some harsh times.

Of course, there is much more to the story.

It’s sad for him to be in this situation at such the old age of his late eighties.

He married this woman who is in her early eighties, which this is also her second marriage, twenty years ago and they both are unhappy with one another.

I’ve heard both her side of the story, and his. She told me this relationship is her second “bad marriage”.

She also told me and whoever else would listen that she use to date the original owner of Whole Foods Corporation before he made it big but that she didn’t like the suspenders he use to wear as part of his apparel decades ago.

“Aren’t I stupid?” She said to me. “I could have been Mrs. Whole Foods”.

She recently moved out and he covers all of her expenses due to a court appointed financial agreement assigned between the two far before this recent circumstance of her departure arose.

The only income she has is a small social security check. He has been her primary financial rock, and as he told me, “She thinks I’m rich”.

He already left one to three million to her in stocks and bonds. The rest he left for his one and only son, yet she wanted those funds also. “He has too much in his life already”, she told him, speaking of his son. “I’m entitled because I’m your wife”.

My client asked me my opinion. I told him that his son should come first because that is his beloved child and nothing is ever too much for him if he feels he deserves it.

My client told me that he totally agreed with my words, and that he just needed some encouragement, and that he was glad that I shared the same viewpoint in which he also did in regard to the situation.

In general, I don’t understand how anyone could or would let someone take or manipulate them into giving them the money that they’ve worked so earnestly for, or in which they were entitled to, through whatever means.

I especially don’t understand one being so weak or susceptible through any mechanism exercised by the opposite sex whether it be through lust, attraction, and/or emotion, or head games.

 

Aura

I appreciate the vibe from the universe and am thankful to the powers that be for never allowing me to lose who I genuinely am, I have too much vigor inside to not have the light of my true being shine.

I awoke upbeat and with good energy all this past week, I had a wonderful time everday on my job, and I had an excellent outcome of events altogether on the forefront.

The weekend has gone nice, quiet, and peaceful as usual, the essence of “spirit” is all around me.

 

Mr Monroe: The Early 1980’s

It would be during the summer months of nice and beautiful sunny weather, early in the morning, when an elder neighbor who lived four doors down from me toward the corner house, would call me over to his home to share the finest quality chocolate candy with me.

I’d walk my seven, eight, or nine year old body over inside of his gate to sit on the stoop across from him and we’d both eat a delicious chunk of thick chocolate bars that he’d generously offer to me from time to time.

I was the only child on our block who he would do this with, and the occurrence was always totally innocent.

He fortunately wasn’t a dirty old man.

He never spoke or tried anything out of the way with me. He never invited me inside of his home we’d just hang outside for a few minutes to eat chocolate and talk.

Then, I’d be on my way to play.

He was just a nice old man who viewed me as a good little girl and I thought his gestures were altogether very kind.

Each time he’d call me over to share candy I’d go back and tell my mom later on within the day.

She thought the gestures were nice and cute too.

His name was Mr Monroe and it was in the early eighties when growing up as a child was better and more exciting compared to growing up now within this day and age.

The Grapevine

I am a straight up type of person as I speak the truth, whatever I have to say about a person I’ll tell them to their face, I have been known for my blunt and bold approach.

Nobody messes with me!

I never cared or worried about rumors and reputation my distinct character always stood out and spoke for itself.

Of course, individuals perceive and misconceive notions about others, in general, however, no one is defined by another person’s conjectures or lies.

People lie and talk about other people everyday.

People have constantly told lies on me all through out my life, gossip is a hot topic for those who are jealous, bitter, miserable, and who have no true fulfillment radiating within their life.

Most people who talk to such an extent don’t know what they are talking about.

Other people’s bullshit is usually a reflection of their own insecurities, tendencies, and susceptibilities. The instances have absolutely nothing to do with the other person on the receiving end.

The grapevine is a long line of history and travel in which goes back and forth to nowhere again, circulated stories of unproven reports, doubtful truths, and uncertain events.

I’d never lose any sleep or laughter over the stupidity of others, I’m far too intelligent and productive for that.

The True Gender Of A Distinguished Female

Ignorant and insecure men will accuse a female of trying to be like a man when she does not display the stereotypical characteristics of the women they and society have become fondly accustomed to.

In actuality, I by birth have never been the average type of female or the stereotypical version.

Who said, and where does it come from, that women who seem to think like men, or who are not emotional, or who have sex with no emotional attachment are trying to be like men?

Where did it come from that these traits or behaviors are strictly men related? I was born this way, have always been this way, and know other females who are this way.

Only twisted people reflect in this manner.

No matter what gender anyone is they have the right to be and to express who they are without bias, criticism, and backlash from egotistical and inadequate other people.

I was born a female, and I am proud to be a girl, a lady and a woman.

I was not meant to be with a man it is not within my nature to be attracted to, to love, to desire, or to copulate with any male out of pleasure, or out of affection. And I am not a lesbian.

There are certain men who also feel this way about and toward women, and that is perfectly fine.

I’m not talking about hatred of any kind I’m talking about natural inborn tendency.

I am asexual.

I am whole and complete as an individual, confident and secure, uninhibited and unabashed.

I, of course, don’t represent all females as we come in all variety, inherent nature, and preference.

However, I epitomize what a genuine female is as I am a real girl, lady, and woman.

A female is not defined by a standard that is believed to be or a standard of what one should be. A female is defined by the strength and the depth of her true mind and spirit.

 

Insecure People

It all starts within the home.

I had and was given so much love and attention at home that I never sort out to find love elsewhere.

Love made me confident, love made me strong, love made me secure, and no one can take away what was instilled in me from the beginning.

I have a very high self esteem and I am very sure of myself I have never desired, needed, or looked for social acceptance or validation from anyone.

I don’t understand people who do.

I don’t like people who reflect their own insecurities and negativities onto me, and onto others who exude a genuine and a positive self image, and attitude.

Those whose self esteem is so low that they interpret self assurance and strong sense of self as being full of oneself is all too self-telling.

It seems that some who are unable to reach a secure level of self worth and self value within themselves are more apt or prone to devalue the value in which others actually have for themselves.

Insecure individuals who self doubt, have doubt within others, only because they don’t believe the possibilities in others, that are impossible for them.

 

 

Baby On Her Feet

After my mother gave birth to me she didn’t want to have anymore children, and I’m glad to be an only child.

My mother invested a lot of time and energy into caring for me and raising me, and she did a spectacular job.

I can’t believe all of the effort and patience my mother had, she was a natural, my mother championed parenthood.

After having gone through so much as a child herself, and taking on the certain responsibilities of her own mother by practically raising her baby sister, my mother deserved much credit.

Although she took on duties that were not her obligations my mother still had a reasonable childhood and healthy upbringing thanks to her resilient spirit and solicitous other family members.

As it is a priority for a loving parent to nurture and to protect their child, the one most important thing my mother told me that she desired when I was an infant and a toddler, was to live to see me grow up and be able to fend for myself.

My mother wanted me to reach into adulthood safely and individually established.

My mother had gotten her wish, and even better than what she hoped for under our particular set of circumstances which came to test us every now and then through the discontentment of unsavory people who envied our lifestyle, and relationship together.

I turned out good, and enduring, all the way through.

For a while, during my mid teenage years, I wondered how things within life would be once I entered into my twenties, and my experience was also even better than what I had myself expected.

My mother and I had divine intervention looking out and watching over us. We beat the obstacles negative people tried to set before us.

I have a beautiful wish for my mother that I’d like her and I to both live to see develop, and eventually happen.