Khalilah White
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I am a writer, inspiring author, entrepreneur, a mom and wife. I love to talk, inspire and spread peace, positivity, love and happiness. Each day is an opportunity to meet my goals and if I happen to fall six times I’ll get up seven.
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Dream Date
(Sigh of accomplishment) Sitting hear thinking, three years today, the eleventh day of September, I started sobriety, not one drop of wine on my tongue. I’m eating better, exercising, & loving myself more than I ever have in the past. My girl Juju decided this was a great opportunity for a night of celebration out on the town. I was a bit hesitant but, I finally caved into the idea and I knew I was strong enough to avoid any urges of alcohol. Alright, I get home and ravage through my closet for the perfect outfit, can you believe everything was either too tight or too conservative. I rush to the shopping mall to piece together a popping outfit. It’s already six o’clock and Juju is picking me up at seven thirty, I finally find the perfect fit and I’m running, literally to get back home. On my way out the door I run chest first into this guy walking into the store, my bags fly one way and I fly the other. He immediately come to help me up and apologizes for running into me, I was getting up to let him know it was me that ran into him but my words froze when we were face to face. He was memorizing with handsomeness, as he continued to pickup all my items and give them to me, I just stood there. I got all my bags and went on my way with my mind continuously playing the event at the store’s entrance. I made it home and quickly cleaned up and dressed myself just as Juju was pulling blowing her horn. As we are on our way, I tell Juju about the events leading up to now. She asked me why didn’t I get his phone number because I was over due in regards to getting back into the dating game; I just shook my head. We reach The One bar and dance spot, the scene was off the hook, the music was great, the atmosphere had great energy and my water on ice was the perfect drink. Juju tried to convince me a number of times throughout the night to have just one sip of wine but I simply refused to do so. We danced for hours on the dance floor until my feet were screaming for a break. I sit down at a table by myself because Juju was having dance fever. The waitress comes to my table and place a glass of Merlot in front me, I’m like, “ I didn’t order this.” The waitress replies the man sitting at the end of the bar looking this way paid for it and requested it to be brought to you. I look, I’m shocked and speechless, it’s the guy from the store. I compose myself and have a quick pow wow with myself in my head, do I take a sip? Do I send it back? What do I do? The waitress begins to walk away, I yell out, “ wait!” She comes back to my table, I tell her to let him know I don’t drink but I’ll take one sip if he comes take a sip with me of his own drink. She relays the message and I see him getup and begin to walk my way. He’s sitting in front me and he introduces himself and I in return introduce myself. He breaks the ice with a corny joke, I laugh and he smiles. He tell me let’s make a toast to you not being a drinker and to you not taking anymore sips after this one. I sip the Merlot and I wake up, it was all a dream, but, a good one.
By Khalilah White5 years ago in Humans
Love
I have a question for you. Do you sometimes ask yourself what is true love or do you know love when you see it? I’ve asked myself this a million times over. Growing up my life was good, my mom gave me what I required and most of my wants. When I did good in school my mom would reward me and when I did badly in school I receive punishments. If I was sick, she would give me medicine to make me feel better and give me hugs and kisses. In my child-like mind, I converted all the things my mom did for me as love; at that point in my life, the mental aspect was not a part of it. As an adult I don’t have a vivid memory of being told I love you regularly by anyone in my younger years but, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t loved, the love that I felt came through action. I can also say my father wasn’t there throughout my complete upbringing so I feel I had some nescience when it came to love. I tend to think back on what I thought was my first love, the father to my children, my high school sweetheart. I fell in love with his conversation as we talked for hours and hours on the phone. We would spend the night with each other via phone and wake with good mornings to each other as if we were waking up looking at each other face to face. When we were in school he would hold my books and walk me to every single class. He told me he loved me every single day and gave me his undivided attention so, I just knew we had real love. Throughout our time together if I loved him I had to give my body before I was ready, I had to give him my money and not ask what he needed it for, I had to let him drive my car and not ask him where he was going, I had to not believe the girls that said he told them he loved them too and never question him about it. I was so blinded by what I wanted to be love until I chose not to notice all the red flags that I was tripping over throughout our journey. I married this man when I knew in my heart he would never love me the way I needed to be loved. He promised me he would change and stand by my side through thick and thin and he would remain faithful. We parented three children together and through it all, he still couldn’t keep his promises; it was all lies to break me mentally. Everything my mom did for me never hurt me or made me feel sad, even when she punished me she explained to me why and that she wanted me to make good decisions and do great things. Everything my children’s father did to me or with me made me second guess myself, made me sad, I felt unhappy, unappreciated and I felt as if I was unworthy. The whole time I did provide true love but my love was not reciprocated. It took years but, I let him go and decided to love on myself. This man makes me laugh, takes me out on dates, goes skating with me, helps with the children; he found me and I married him. He showed me and is still showing me what love is. I don’t ask myself anymore do I know what true love is because I truly see it every day now and I have my husband to thank for that.
By Khalilah White5 years ago in Humans
Tido Jermaine Says it All
Where can start? My family and I moved into a house and prior to this, we were in an apartment. My son who is an animal fanatic requested to get a dog, preferably an American bully when we were in our apartment. I told him once we got into a house with a backyard I would consider looking into it, not expecting him to hold me to it. Two weeks after we moved into our home my son reminded me of our earlier talks of getting a pet. I quickly shut down the option of getting an American bully because the landlord didn’t allow that breed instead, I told him I would take him to the shelter and allow him to pick out an expectable breed and we would adopt. Going to a shelter and the adoption process was all new to us so, it was a bit of an adrenaline rush. We arrived at the shelter and it looked like a little college campus for pets, all nice and clean and everyone was super friendly. I informed my son that we would be looking for small breeds and preferably one that was already housebroken. Zion’s smile was bright as the sun while he walked through and looked at all the pets needing a home but it began to dim because every pet he wanted to choose had already been spoken for. As we get ready to turn the corner we hear a continuous barking and rattling of the cage. Zion looks towards the noise and stated he liked him because he was full of energy and he thought he was a nice-looking dog. That started our journey to get our now, Tido Jermaine. He was a five-month-old puppy who had just recently been found so he had to be listed for like seven days to see if anyone would claim him and if no one claimed him we could come back to get him. The wait was finally over, I don’t think my son slept at all; every day he was like, “ I hope no one claims him!” When we picked him up he said I’m naming him Tido and I gave him Jermaine. We bought so many doggy items including a cage. We put Tido in the cage and he cried and barked without ceasing. We decided to take him out and he wagged his tail and laid around and when it was time for a restroom break he would bark at the back door, he was trained from the start. There was one thing we had a problem with for about six months after getting him, the minute anyone would open any door he would sprint out like a bolt of lightning, therefore, dubbing him his nickname Escape Artist Tido. When I tell you Tido was everybody’s exercise instructor for free, I mean just that. I believe Tido could talk to the toddler in the house because he would be in ready said go position by the front door and I would hear the toddler trying to say his name and outside in the same statement. I would be tripping over myself to try and get to the front door and by the time I would get to the corner to see the door all I would see is the tan color of Tido’s coat and King Josiah, the toddler, looking back and smiling at me. Here I am in go mode, waking up my husband to watch the toddler and running out the door, half-dressed, hair all over my head and yelling Tido come back! Tido where are you! (This happened during my son’s school hours) Tido would be nowhere in sight, I would walk the complete block just to make it back home and find him sitting on the neighbor's porch.
By Khalilah White5 years ago in Petlife
