Cheating, The Other Woman, and the Child

I was going to write on another topic, but then I was faced with a bit of pain. Not that it should hurt me, but it does, as it feels as though I am shot in my chest over and over again, and although I am not dead, it hurts. I am sure you know what I am talking about. A famous movie star, knocked up the house-keeper, had a child with her (who in my opinion clearly looks like him), never even bothered to tell his wife and the house-keeper, never even bothered to tell her employer.

I feel for his wife, because, it is so similar to what happened to my family life. Except we were not rich, and the woman was as ugly as they come, and I simply do not understand why. Why do men do the same things over and over? They pursue a girl, marry her, have kids and cheat on the same girl. The Kids grow up and do the same thing, some never get over the feeling of unworthiness, and low self esteem. The persistent feeling that no one wants them, and that their life is doomed to be repeated in the same maddening pace of Dating, Marriage, Kids and the Other Woman. Why do this other woman keep coming up.

My sister and I had a most spirited talk about this as we were returning home from work. I told her that once I marry I am gonna become a licensed gun owner, and we laughed. We discussed why must we always be on top of men to keep them from cheating? Can we afford to prevent the cheating from happening? Do we shoot first and ask questions later? My thoughts went 25 plus years ago when my dad cheated on my mom. There was a kind of coldness, a raging selfish determination to  do what he did. Of course, a child came out from the union, and yes I do know her, and my mom have met her. But, I can't be angry at her, because she was not in control of how she was conceived. But my dad, and that woman was.

At this point, it makes sense to place the blame on my dad. But, my actions towards him has spoken in volumes in what I think about him, as a person and as my dad. Some folks told me to forgive him, but sometimes I forget and I think the world is tough, but I can work hard through it all, and then you hear stories like this, and you think, good gosh! How do these people do it?! And then I remember my mother's tears, and how much she was hurting from dad's infidelity. Today, the pain was too much, and a few tears fell, and I feel confused by it all, since I thought that that was behind me and it was old stuff. I think as I look at my life, that it reflects how much I have been affected by my dad's apparent selfish display of life. I look at my mom, who is loving and who did her best to grow up her girls to respect themselves and 'lock-down.' And I think to myself, "I gotta forget this happened,  I got to move on."

How do you fathom the complexity of memories, when you see someone going through the very thing that you have experienced? How do you begin to forget that? How do you feel when someone you admires tells you that you would marry a man just like your dad?

Oh well, this is something that I really wished I could zap out of my head forever, because the day I do walk down the isle, (or not,) I would never like to revisit the day my family life was stolen...by the Other Woman....

Finally A Japanese poster!

I have been getting much stuff done lately, so my intended poster was being delayed. Anyway, here it is with much love and affection. Look out for some more posters in the future!

A long way from discussing....

The word, sex. I know, I know its taboo for some cultures and forbidden in others, it is a rite of passage for some, while it is a means to an end in others, and for other countries it is casual, nothing much to say, it just happens....and for me, well I found a moment and was too curious to pass it up.

There I was buying my make up and mascara and eye shadow, and ladies stuff, and my eyes happen to fall onto some very fancy lingerie. I wore one a few times and they can be quite comfortable, but these looked like they can cause some sinister thoughts. So, I fingered some jewelery, some chains, looked at the false eyelashes and put a lip gloss into the basket. I went to the check out counter, and purchased my stuff, $89 (TTD) for everything. just my budget, I paid $100, got my change. I then proceeded to have a wierd conversation with the cashier:

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure!"

"What does edible lingerie taste like?"

"Oh!"

"Well I am just curious, I have heard of it, and I don't know."

"Well it depends on what you like, there are undies for the guys and lingerie for the ladies, they can taste like licorice, cherries, strawberries, anything!"

I tried to imagine chewing lingerie that was already worn, and I shuddered a bit. I continued:

"Well what is the purpose if you are gonna eat it? Do you stay there chewing it....." I tried not to think about this part.

"These items sells very quickly, they hardly stay on the shelves, as a matter of fact, we have some here, take a look!"

So I went over to a corner next to the cashier section and saw stuff like, edible bra, edible undies, edible lingerie, and other X rated items I won't mention. This looks like big business.

Then I said, "But the stuff looks like cloth? Is it jelly?"

The cashier, and the customer laughed, "Nope, that is what they have on the cover."

"Oh." I can't imagine someone chewing something that was worn in the nether regions, and I couldn't imagine a sane human doing so. There it was, edible "stuff", while it does not appeal to me, it is big business in the world, and I would rather be given the choice to be educated about it, and know what it is, than have someone laugh at my ignorance, or put me in a position I can't handle. Again, you learn something new everyday.

2011©Lisa Marie Bonaparte

A new Story

I wanted to put together a series of some sort, a comics blog on the Adventures of a little girl. Mostly about M. I thought I would put a little snippet sample and if it works out I will go big. This is all copyrighted down to the toe nails of little Story Blanc, enjoy!

Click here to see in a larger format

2011©Lisa Marie Bonaparte

Getting something off my chest

Print and stick in your cubicle if you are Clueless

I have not been writing here for a while. One friend is convinced that I had acquired a boyfriend, another said that I am in love. I'd say nope to both accounts. Its more like wasted time. Some women use their whole lives waiting for the perfect man. Some women try to be princesses a la Barbara Hutton. Others become lesbo's either by choice or frustration, and then there is 'the clueless club'

In this 'Clueless' club, the women have no experience when it comes to guys. They have never kissed a guy romantically under the mango tree, they have never had someone fall in love with them, they have never had a BF, they simply go on living. You are elegible for the Clueless Club if you ask yourself the following:

What is the purpose of having a BF?
Ok so i have a BF, now what?
I have this guy, and he just likes talking to me, but I don't know what to do about it.
What does being engaged feel like?
I don't know how to fall in love?
How do you fall in love?

If you are looking for answers to these questions, you are not going to find them here, because I do not know. When I feel like someone likes me, I just want to run away, but if I like them, they run away. I read those "Rules" books, but I believe, that every guy is different, not all of them can be categorized in those books, but I might add, they have very good advice, especially for women who need to keep their dignity and self esteem in the right track.

So for all you Clueless CafféLatté Magaziners, you now have your own official card. You gotta be proud about something.

2011©Lisa Marie Bonaparte

New Blog!

I created a new blog. And that is all I can say for now.

How Small is Small

Lisa Marie Unique Home Designs- The Adventure

In Trinidad, the Bigger the house the better. We just love to pull out the ooooohhhh's and aaahhhh's from out of the mouths of the green faces of our friends. Just imagine for a moment, that you could possibly live in a 7ft wide, 308 sq. ft home that only has one bath, one bedroom, a kitchen and ultra snug living room. Take a look!

Also, have a look at my design, the Adventure which is only 400 sq. feet, and is ideal for couples and athletic single people.

2011©Lisa Marie Bonaparte