Uproar

Let it be known, there are good men in this world. I genuinely believe that. But this last year has unfolded some of the most questionable stories in the dating world that it is easy to lose hope. Women shielding themselves more than ever, shutting down from the reoccurring cycle of hurt.

When I thought I was ready, I was excited to step into the dating world. Experience a life that I never got to be a part of. There is nothing I enjoy more than meeting new people. To hear their stories, views, and vibrations. With billions of people in the world, I appreciate the smallest interactions with them.

After sometime, I am starting to believe I am in the wrong generation. This generation isn’t meant for me. The people, the conversations, the dating world. I did not expect to reapproach the dating field. Let alone a generation of men longing to be chased.

You begin talking to someone and instantly feel a connection. You share the most vulnerable parts of yourself. For a moment you feel seen, heard and acknowledged. You think to yourself, maybe this is a good guy. You begin to get comfortable and express your emotions. Immediately you're removed from their life. Taking known information to be a supportive friend, yet instantly ghosting you at the thought of genuine connection. After sharing the most intimate parts of yourself along with past trauma the cycle starts all over again. You start thinking if it's you, where you went wrong and the pattern prepares to begin again. It’s sad to think a person can use another's painful past to get to the most intimate parts of them. A selfish generation consumed within themselves.

You meet someone again, someone who you connect with. They share the depth of their view on relationships. "We're in an open relationship, I believe you can love more than one person.” So everyone has it all? For a moment you feel seen, heard and acknowledged. You share your emotions and this time you feel supported. You feel safe. But a part of you is unsettled. This time you feel pain but it’s a different kind. You realize the love you could receive but it’s given to so many women. So many women who are in search of the same thing. Women who become another number in the endless love for them.

You believe the open relationship. But you see the pain in the womans eyes. The pain. The insecurity. He says she knows but the forced smile hides all the lies beneath the surface. One of many. The pain of being one of many. You’re special, my love. Just not that special.

Men currently involved in relationships in search of wanting more. She believes she found her happily ever after unaware of her partner's darkest parts. Married to the woman they love, yet searching for someone to fill what's unfulfilled. Destruction of the woman’s purest heart without remorse. One woman living a fantasy land, while the other slowly breaks down her own heart. Two women falling victim to the dirty truth behind a man’s eyes.

There was hope, she wanted to find love so she decided to effortlessly open her heart. She has been hurt but never lost sight that there is more to her pain, more to what she endured. A pure soul, vulnerable to those crossing her path. Uncovering the rawest parts of herself, feeding off of her desires. Connections bringing her closer to home yet unaware of the greedy souls.

It’s a sad truth when you discover the greedy souls in the world. Men feeling entitled to a woman. Witnessing both sides of a broken home. The happy wife with everything she could want and ask. The husband in search of something more because “something is lacking." We’re all broken. She doesn’t know. He is unfulfilled, and she...continues to break.

The purest souls at their fingertips, crushed instantly in self gratification. This generation caught in “expectations” of what ought to be, without any true thoughts of their own happiness. Reckless decisions made solely on their needs, wants, and desires. This doesn’t come down to wanting her or her, or this or that. It comes down to the lack of respect for women. Undeserving human beings who take precious souls for granted. When all the truth, will come to light. Here's to the uproar.