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The Men I Chose....Life is Never All Roses
The Men I Chose....Life is Never All Roses
The Men I Chose....Life is Never All Roses
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The Men I chose is about my journey through life and the men that I chose to love. We see one thing growing up mimicking it because we think its right and not knowing that love can be so much different than what the eye see. We tend to fall in love with an image thinking it will stay. The image we have and the image that is portrayed is two different things. Through the abuse and misguided love we will all find our way out. Whether it is by default or the unchanging love of God’s hand. Life is never all roses…….

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Release dateAug 30, 2017
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    The Men I Chose....Life is Never All Roses - Brittiany Tarver

    Brittiany Tarver

    Copyright© 2017 Brittiany Tarver

    All rights reserved.

    ISBN-13: 978-1974169733

    ISBN-10: 1974169731

    DECICATION

    To my wonderful husband and my adult children. Also to every women who thinks there not worth it but truly lady you are worth more.

    CONTENTS

    Acknowledgments i

    1  Chapter 16

    2  Chapter22

    3  Chapter36

    4  Chapter41

    5  Chapter48

    6  Chapter58

    7  Chapter64

    8  Chapter72

    9  Chapter83

    10  Chapter90

    11  Chapter96

    12  Chapter107

    13  Chapter120

    14  Chapter129

    Epilogue141

    Acknowledgements

    I wish to personally thank the following people for their contributions to my inspiration, knowledge, and help in creating this book:

    David L. Tarver: The man that came and changed my outlook on life. You made me want more out of life and together were a force to be reckon with. I love you forever.

    To the best things that ever happened in my life, my children.

    Deonta Larkins: We’ve grown up together even though you are a pain in my side, you are the reason I strive. I love you.

    David L. Tarver Jr: You give peace in my life. You’re a determined young man. You are there for me always. I love you.

    DaVonna Tarver: My mini-me, my strength beyond words. Through your eyes I see success and unconditional love. Love you.

    My mother Charlene Dotson: Thanks for being there for me through all my right and wrong battles throughout my life.

    Ronald D. Clay: Thank you for being my father.

    Thank you to my two brothers, Larry Collins and Donovan Johnson for being there.

    My girls Trasina Miles and Qiana Hall: My ride or die, there are no words to express my love and loyalty—My sisters.

    To Lakeisha Austin: If it was not for you, I would not have met my husband or have my beautiful family. Thank you sis.

    To Miss Nikki: Thank you for your help and you are truly favored and blessed.

    Preface

    Roses are the most beloved of flowers with mystery and romance connected to them. They bloom in cycles. Some roses may come late, some too early, and most bloom on time making all things equal. Life is like the cycle of a rose, if you bloom too early you might miss some key information when growing up. When you bloom too late, you have let your life pass you by. If we as women bloom in time, life can be just as beautiful as a rose. Sometimes we may be cut down, wilted from frost, and in hot spells which speeds us up. Just like the plant, if you stay rooted in God we will continue to grow. I will always be a beautiful purple rose and continue to grow regardless of how much I might be beaten down, wilted, or hot. I will keep my faith in God to continue on this journey.

    We see one thing growing up mimicking it because we think its right and not knowing that love can be so much different than what the eye see. We tend to fall in love with an image thinking it will stay. The image we have and the image that is portrayed is two different things. Through the abuse and misguided love we will all find our way out. Whether it is by default or the unchanging love of God’s hand. Life is never all roses...

    Chapter 1

    We as women tend to have a picture when we are young of how we think our lives will turn out. I knew I wanted to be loved. Instead, I was seeking that attention from a man not realizing what I was missing. My mother had been married twice. Each treated me like their own but she was so messed up by her upbringing, that she did not know how to be loved so she left them. I understand why she left one of them, but not the others.

    Her first husband was a good man. He provided for his family. The next thing I knew, he was gone. There were others that she was involved with and I did not understand why she dealt with them in the first place. They were ignorant, self-centered assholes. Looking back and understanding my mother more as I got older, I got some clarity why, that is, what she was used to dealing with and she received comfort from bullshit and not realizing what she was teaching me in becoming a woman.

    Watching her relationships formed images in me that made me believe I was never going to have a healthy relationship with a man. I was so used to seeing women belittled and mistreated by the men they chose to have in their lives. All the way from the language they exchanged with each other to the physical abuse. So, from a young age my dislike for men began. I felt that I was always looked at like a piece of property to be used and thrown away. For this reason I still to this day have an issue with men, meaning the way I engage with them. 

    I have little trust in men and a lack of respect for them. This is especially if I don’t know you and if I feel uncomfortable. I have a real sense of an asshole when I meet them. So then I put my guard up and they become a target. My mouth can be reckless too when engaging in a conversation with them. I’m not saying its right, but it happens. I have been working on this issue because I know it affects how my daughter deals with men that she comes in contact with.

    My father never showed me love until I was around 23 years old. It’s only so much you can receive from a person that is not your blood and is forced out of your life because it didn’t work out with your mom.

    How do you get a better image of men if all you’ve ever seen are creeps?

    These images affected my life and still do to this day. I felt

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