Everything is coming up Roses and Rainbows!

 

I sing this song I made up – Everything is coming up Roses and Rainbows for me – along with “don’t worry be happy”.  It comes in handy when I go to touch a cabinet door and BAM it falls off, crashing to the floor or when I go to vacuum the floor and smell very hot dirt and notice smoke emitting from the side.  Both I experienced today.

It’s ok – I have PLENTY OF MONEY for this.

That I am needing to SAVE and not spend on things like this.  Are there replacements?  No – the vacuum is too old.  Only in this matrix can something so small as a burned-up vacuum can put a dent in your moment.

A mix of sarcasm/anger and laughter.  The Universe made me as I am combined w/this matrix b.s. – if I can send out mix signals from this lately very over-tired/fed the hell up with 3d b.s. that could all just go away with full truth and financial abundance which who the hell knows WHY it’s being held up at this point when so many of us are now publicly DEMANDING this help we all needed weeks months yesterday years ago – so I tell the Universe – keep up – I’m an ever-changing Being these days – on the other side I am calm and happy and silly again.  So Universe knows to say YES to Her and ignore my “are you f’ing kidding me??!!” moments.  😄

I saw something today that I found so profound – I thought I would share it.

‘“Daddy issues” is a cheap punchline.
It’s used to dismiss women’s emotional pain, mock their relationships, and label them as unstable or needy.
But nobody seems to ask the most obvious question: if a woman has “daddy issues,” where the hell was her father? And why is her trauma her shame to carry, instead of his?
It’s one of the most backwards dynamics in how society talks about women.
The absence of a safe, loving masculine figure, whether physically or emotionally, shaped how she sees men, love, and herself. BUT instead of naming the failure of the man who didn’t show up, the culture somehow targets the woman who had to grow up compensating for it.
It’s the same pattern with single mothers.
A father walks away or refuses to step up, and suddenly the woman left holding the weight gets blamed too. For being “too masculine,” “too protective,” “not choosing better,” or “raising the kids wrong.”
Society somehow loves to hold women accountable for the damage men caused. Especially when the woman stayed, worked, loved, tried. What the f.
But what if the men who failed to father were the ones we looked at first?
What if we stopped blaming women for surviving the aftermath of male neglect?
Because here’s the truth: there are a lot of good men doing their best. But there are also far too many boys in grown-up bodies who leave damage behind and walk away without ever looking back.
And the people left behind, women and children, get burdened with cleaning it up, making sense of it, and healing from it, and just surviving.
So if you’re a man reading this and you’re tired of hearing women talk about their pain with men, consider this: maybe they wouldn’t have to if more men actually learned how to show up as fathers, as lovers, as partners, as protectors.
And if you’re a woman carrying the scars of a father who never learned how to love you properly, you don’t need to be ashamed. It’s not your fault that you learned to bend yourself into shapes just to feel wanted.
The problem was never that you were too much or too emotional or too complicated.
The problem was that he never learned how to hold a daughter’s or a woman’s heart.
And that’s never ever been your fault, or yours to carry.”

When I am in the presence of kindness, laughter, I SHINE.  I’m not whiney or bitchy or a crying hot mess.  I am calm.  I can be safe to just let go and be ME – most importantly knowing that with that kindness is not going to have some loud voice suddenly, unexpectedly yelling at me or blaming or attacking without stopping to change the behavior or apologize.  I cannot begin to express how much my body is now so absolutely done with that experience.  I’ve had it with the excuses I’ve long heard.  “They did their best” or “it really wasn’t that bad” or the “you’re TOO” fill in the blank.

No they didn’t.

Yes it was.

And no, I am NOT “too” ANYTHING but a female trying to make it in this world who didn’t have the protections she needed growing up which led to decades of poor choices and lack of self-confidence along with a dismissal of listening to my inner voice.  And while yes it is obviously up to me to heal myself – let me tell you – having the ones who caused the harm approach me, own it and ask what they can do to help me heal from anything lingering would mean the absolute world to me.  It’s what Love does.

P E R I O D.

I will ALWAYS be there for my girl – no matter how old she is – to help clean up any harm I caused her.  Because it is NOT hers to carry alone.   I speak those words to her.

I made the mess?  It’s up to ME to help clean it up as best as I can.

💖

Victoria

 

 

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Author: Victoria1111

Truthseeker. Philosopher. Commander of Freedom. Writer. Musician. Composer. Above all I Am A Creator.