With Love, Thelms

Getting over Mr. Wrong is no easy feat. It’s that part of life that no one can ever properly prepare you for. If I learned one thing from Summer Walker’s latest album, Still Over it — it’s that everyone’s experience is different, and yet eerily the same. You can easily go from holding him in high esteem and daring a soul to challenge you on your situationship, relationship, or whatever it is you have with that person. To the reality of your situation forcing you to wake up and get fucking real. OR you could even see how friends handle their own Mr. Wrong (vowing to handle things differently if and when your own time comes), but no matter. Such is never the case. It always hits different when you’re not just the bystander in the audience, but the star in a sad but telling drama.

Trust me, it hits different.

Not to mention the rollercoaster of emotions you experience during the “getting over Mr. Wrong” process. One minute you’re thankful that they’re out of your life and the next minute you’re crushed that they really aren’t coming back. You get sad when you remember the good times, but in seconds become lethal when you remember the number of bad times. Fighting between what your mind knows is best and what your heart swears you need.

FYI. Don’t trust your heart; at least not always. That bitch stay leading me astray lmao.

Did I mention it’s a rollercoaster of emotions?

The red flags that you saw early on were in fact red flags and now — time is making you pay the hefty price of not getting out sooner.

The excuses you made for inexcusable behavior? Were just that, excuses because nothing logical could explain the lack of getting what you require, hell need in your dealings with another person.

Now I will say (and honestly should have mentioned sooner), that this post isn’t going to teach you how to get over Mr. Wrong.

Yeah that’s not what this is.

I’ve had to get over a few Mr. Wrongs (though thankfully nothing major in nature), and even then I’m not sure I know the best way to do so.

Some hurt more than others, but I always got over them nevertheless.

Staying busy, hanging out with friends, and romanticizing life certainly helps.

Nevertheless,

I’m more of an out of site out of mind kind of gal. Yes, that tends to usually do it for me. If I don’t have to see you or hear from you, I can usually get over it and you pretty quickly. Then again I’ve never had to get over someone I loved, so what the hell do I know lol.

Situationships and almost loves are where I’ve thrived.

I’m certainly not here to inform you that the best way to get over someone is to get under another. LOL yeah no.

Though I should mention at times, it has its benefits. Distractions and all.

This post is just meant to remind you that getting over Mr. Wrong is a trepidatious rollercoaster. One that you will move through cyclically and eventually get off of.

It’s a battle that you may feel like you’re losing at 80% of the time… initially. It may have you questioning your self and what you bring or should be bringing to the table. You might even feel like the hole left by that person (especially if you were in love with them) will never close. That Mr. Wrong may not have been all bad and it was really you.

The lies we tell ourselves.

But baby girl, hear me and hear me well. That Mr. Wrong you’re getting over (or if you’re dating and saw potential in); moving through, is just that. Wrong for you. It doesn’t mean that they won’t be right for another person. However, it also doesn’t mean that you’re faulty because he was right for another person, but wasn’t right for you.

I mean hey. I’d like to believe that every Mr. Wrong is leading you (us) that much closer to your (our) Mr. Right.

I believe when you look at Mr. Wrong in this way, it doesn’t give “all hope is lost” vibes or a bitter “another one bites the dust” ya know? 

This has to be one of my favorite blog posts to date btw.

To wading in gratitude that though difficult to move through, this last Mr. Wrong is leading you one step closer to your very own Mr. Right.

With Love,

Thelms