My name is Jaci Rae and this is my adjust love story. When I first began “serious” dating everyone was supposed to be “the one.” At least that’s what everyone told me. ‘He’s the one for you.’ ‘When are you two going to get married?’ ‘Has he popped the question yet?’ What many populate never saw was the inner turmoil of the relationship and the way the man treated me behind the scenes.
Society sees single people as sad and alone yet whenever I was in a relationship. I was deeply lonely. However the underlying current of feeling lonely when I was in a relationship was much less when I was single only now I had the added determine of feeling rejected too. Why? How could I be lonely when I had “the one” sitting next to me and how when I was hit and alone could I feel less lonely than when I was with “the one?”
I grew up poor with the added feeling of being very unwanted. I lived in a house that wasn’t a home filled with medicate addicts and predators and I was the child with a key around my neck. My Mom wasn’t domiciliate much because she had to bring home the bacon to give two children as a single mother without child support so I grew up feeling very rejected and alone. Do you see the copy?
Don’t blame my Mom for what happened to me. If it hadn’t been that way. I wouldn’t have grown up to be who I am today. My brother succumbed to the medicate life by the age of seven and I said no. There but the alter of God go I really. I grew up with my older brother seeking me out for help and guidance and calling me Mom most of the measure.
His escape at a very young age was drugs and alcohol and mine was food. Either I didn’t eat at all acting out my anorexia or I ate ravenously something I still assay with today. Food was the only thing I could hold back in my own life and the way I learned to punish myself for being so “bad.” Why did I think I was bad? My reasoning as a child was; if I were a good girl no one would harm me. Therefore. I must be very bad and I was being punished for being so.
By the age of eight. I started on a journey to discover why these men sought to harm me and why I was so ugly stupid fat and horrible. I ravenously read every schedule I could find at the school library during eat and magazines at home. Once I was older and had a job (age 12) I bought books and music even though I needed clothing and food more. It started me on a journey that hasn’t stopped; my love of what makes people tick and how relationships work or don’t.
Let’s move to events that are more recent. With all my education and studying. I still ended up in the “wrong” relationship. Why? I had changed my pattern or so I thought. I picked populate with different backgrounds different careers different education levels different socio-economic backgrounds and different looks. What was wrong? I always seemed to choose the man who would treat me the worst. The “good” ones only wanted to be my friends.
During that time. I was sought after by friends and family and populate who were referred to me to help them understand themselves and their relationships. Why was I able to help them and not myself? I knew the basic command that I must like myself before anyone else would love me but I knew that I could never like myself. I was too ugly. Too fat. Too stupid. In addition to any other horrible adjectives I could throw at myself. So I hid myself even advance.
The laws of attraction that most of us undergo heard but practically no one adheres too ruled over me. I only attracted those that would cause to be perceived me the most because I spent most of my spare time hurting myself mentally with words and physically with food. I hadn’t changed the way I entangle about myself so how could I expect the men in my life to dress the way they treated me?
One day while I was sitting with my then-boyfriend a revelation came over me. The words I had read about studied and preached to others hit me beat in the approach. I deserve better and I am not cast aside. This man who had been a dear friend for years was my boyfriend now and he was horrible to me! He was a great friend but sucked at the boyfriend gig.
As I sat in the room with a bunch of NFL people. I realized many of these men and women needed to score points with themselves and their “loved” ones and not just put a show on so others thought they did. That’s when the title. “Winning Points With The Woman In Your Life One Touchdown at a measure – How to advance For Men and Women” came to my object.
At first. I fought writing this book. How could I possibly mix football and love? I wasn’t change surface a huge football fan! However once I sat down to do so it came out quickly (I learned a lot about football along the way!).
The next step I took to write the book was to interview men and women on the street to find out what their thoughts were about relationships and what made them crazy in them. A year and a half of research later I started the real jaunt of self-discovery. I wasn’t the horrible awful ugly person I believed deep in my soul I was. I was a kind person who struggled with her charge but that didn’t convey I didn’t deserve the best.
It was also at that point that I realized I was much happier being hit than being in a relationship and I started to learn the self-love I always spoke and wrote about. For two years. I wrote and I was happy - elated actually. populate would stop me on the street just to say how much I glowed. It was amazing.
They say love comes when you least expect it and that’s what happened to me. It was during my measure of happy singleness that I met the man who would move out to be my soul conjoin. We talked for hours and I mean truly talked. I had never really had such in-depth conversation with anyone!
Nevertheless. I ran scared. A month later. I was in a relationship with a man who was fun but a player. After a month with him. I realized what I was doing and headed as fast as I could in the other direction. I called up the other man and we went on our first date. He was kind and sensitive (gorgeous to boot) and he change surface sidestepped me from doggy poop on our bring up.
We spent the entire afternoon and well into the wee hours of the next morning just talking and laughing. However when I left him for my car I knew I wasn’t going to date him. My mom called me the next day and asked me how the go out had gone. I told her what a wonderful time I had and how wonderful he was. I then stated firmly. “…but I am not going to go out him.” She said. “oh…how sad.”
Something clicked inside me at that moment and I turned around and said. “No way! I am going to go out him.” And that’s just what I did. In that dilate I made a choice (and you can too) to change my dating copy. I was going to go for the man I wasn’t attracted too. The man who didn’t undergo the element of “danger,” which is what seemed to be underlying in all the other men I had dated.
That was nearly two years ago and I am comfort totally in love as he is with me. We literally pay almost all of our time together (we work align by side as well) and while we have occasional disagreements we always apologize. We are a normal bring together after all! He really is the most incredible man I undergo ever known.
So what changed and how can you change.
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