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Why My AI-Generated Couple Is Not Fantasy - Itās Alignment
Manifesting gets misunderstood because people think it is about wishing, hoping, or pretending something is real when it is not. Manifesting is none of that. Manifesting is alignment. It is the practice of bringing your internal state into coherence so that what you experience externally can finally match what you are truly available for internally. Everything you experience in life responds toā¦
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The Mermaid I Never Stopped Being
The mermaid AI visuals I create on social media are not random. They are memory. They are longing. They are a little girl who loved the ocean before fear ever touched it.I have always loved water. Tropical fish. Aquariums glowing quietly in my home like living art. As a child, I took professional swimming classes and I was good at it. Swimming felt natural to me. Like my body understood somethingā¦
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The Woman You See In Me
As often as I can, I shoot professionally and then build AI visuals from those images. What youāre seeing is not random content or pretty filler. Itās a vision board in motion. Itās intentional. Itās strategic. Itās identity work. Those visuals are doing two things at once.First, they reflect memories Iāve already lived in another version of my life. Experiences that still live in my nervousā¦
Dating My Ex Doesn't Make Us Equal
Someone has been sending me pictures of my exes with their new girlfriends or wives as if itās supposed to shake me. They keep writing these wild messages about how the men never wanted me, how theyāre happier with other women, how I lack internal beauty, self esteem, self respect. Itās strange behavior. Almost theatrical. And all it really tells me is that whoever is doing this is far moreā¦
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The Pink Dress with No Panties
It was the way he asked it. What are you wearing. Like the words were dipped in history I didnāt sign up to repeat. I knew exactly where the conversation was heading, because Iāve lived this scene before. With another man. The wrong man. The one who took shortcuts with me and called it affection. My mind didnāt wander. It sprinted. Straight back to the last date I went on months ago, wearingā¦
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Dating from a Hotel Room That Feels Like Home
A photo of the man Iām dating wasnāt even up for ten minutes before my stalker sent another email from a fake account. He sent some last week calling me harlot in a dating history email where he listed every man Iāve dated and some I didnāt. For the past twenty years, heās kept tabs on my relationships, and for the last decade, heās made videos about me, the men I date, and even contacts thoseā¦
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Sebastian, My Husband: The Man That I Admire & Respect
Recently I read a post I saw on a manās Facebook page. He said: āReal men bring clarity, vision, discipline, and safety into a relationship.ā But heās describing the kind of man he wants to be seen as, not the one heās been. These are aspirational words, image control. Heās publicly claiming qualities that he knows he failed to give women. He continued: āBecause confusion breeds distractionā¦ā¦
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He Let Another Woman Move Into My House
He proposed to me in my early twenties. I thought that was the start of forever. Turns out, it was just the beginning of a long detour I didnāt see coming.Heās the reason I came back to Atlanta after leaving Charlotte. He called me crying his eyes out about how he missed me and wanted me to come home. The truth? Iāve always hated Atlanta. Iām a Maryland girl who built a life in California for 7ā¦
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Are Black Men & Women In Atlanta On An Equal Playing Field?
You know what disgusts me about men sometimes. Yāall try to make it seem like because itās a lot of beautiful women in the world we are supposed to compete with each for a manās attention. I have access to dozens of wealthy educated Atlanta men all day everyday. My beauty gets them every time. They love my lips. My eyes. Even my thick small 5 foot frame. Itās not a shortage of men. Beautifulā¦
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The Frequency of Letting Go
Thereās a sound the soul makes when it finally decides to let go. Itās not loud. Itās not dramatic. Itās the soft hum between heartbreak and peace, the moment your energy shifts from clinging to clarity. Thatās what happened the night I realized I wasnāt waiting for Chief anymore. I wasnāt angry, I wasnāt sad, I justā¦ stopped vibrating on the same frequency as the pain. I didnāt want to letā¦
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The Man Meant To Walk Beside Me
Hear me good one timeā¦.or readā¦.just read. Let me tell you what the past two months in Atlanta have taught me, about my life and the man meant to walk beside me. Iāve been running from a calling thatās chased me for decades. I used to be a Christian minister, started preaching in my teens. I stopped a few years after moving to Atlanta at 23 because I felt unworthy. Too flawed. Too human. Tooā¦
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The Wife I Was Never Meant to Be, Wife #3
In November of 2024, I started talking to an angel. Thatās what he felt like, anyway. Kind. Sweet. Positive. Loving. Attractive. Successful. The kind of man who makes you think maybe God finally read your prayers out loud. I could have spent hours listing the ways we connected, how every conversation felt like discovering a piece of myself inside someone else. He wasnāt just what I wanted, he wasā¦
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Do I Regret Breaking My 8 Year Celibacy
Someone just asked me did I feel like I broke my 8 year celibacy with the wrong person since he and I are not together and we barely hanging on as friends. After 15 years of friendship. My answer is still no. I donāt regret it or my experience with him. I wanted it. It was my choice. He didnāt force me or coerce me, I was finally ready. But I do want to say this: Before You Break Celibacyā¦ā¦Ifā¦
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Femininely Shattering Egos
I find it astonishing that some men possess such inflated egos they truly believe their mistreatment of a woman could never cost them her presence. As if her ability to heal, grow, and move on exists only within the limits of their imagination. I can look a man in the eye and say, I know you think about me, I know you miss me, and truthfully, I miss you too, but itās best we stay friends andā¦
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When the Mask Falls Off: The Cost of Truth
I hadnāt touched my blog in months. My words were gathering dust, waiting for me to stop swallowing them. And then yesterday, I opened the floodgates. One blog post. Thatās all it took. When the Mask Falls Off wasnāt just a title, it was my release, my reminder to him and to myself that I was already moving on.Traffic poured in like people had been waiting for me to break my silence. Strangersā¦
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When The Mask Falls Off
It started with silence. The kind that doesnāt just sit in the room but presses against your chest like a weight. Chief and I had plans, at least I thought we did, but he disappeared into the night without explanation. No call. No text. Just absence. And that kind of absence doesnāt feel empty, it feels loud, like every unanswered question is screaming. By morning, he had a reason. He alwaysā¦
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Why Won't He Help Me Relocate? Is It Because My Son Has A Disability?
I was having a conversation with a friend about how men show so much interest in me at first. Iāve tried to start dating seriously. Theyāll listen to my story, admire my strength, tell me how beautiful I am, talk to me everyday. Even send me money to help me. But somewhere between knowing what I carry and actually standing beside me or try to pull me out they pull away. In that conversation, heā¦
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