Jaclyn, Libraries, and Motherly Advice
For months and months, I’ve been biting my tongue when it comes to Jaclyn. The way she treats me, as my close friends know, hurts me… deeply.
This morning, I was sitting in a public library in San Mateo, on my computer, talking to my mom about the situation. She had this to say:
“IMO, as perfect as you think she is for you, she’s like a drug. I don’t mean that in a bad way because you know I like her and still think she would be a wonderful daughter-in-law but YOU are the one I love. YOU are the one I worry about. I think your decision is a good one for you right now. You have matured. You’re able to look back and take responsibility for what went wrong. She’s not there yet and until she matures, she’s toxic to your spirit.
If you took all the energy you spend on Jaclyn and divert it to scripts or videos or music, you’d get quite a lot accomplished. She’s robbing you right now. She knows you love her, God knows you love her. Let it rest. If it’s meant to happen , you know it will. If it’s not meant to happen, God has someone better in store. Cliché? Yes, but true. Trust me, I know it sucks to be waiting here patiently for Mr. or Ms. Wonderful to manifest him/herself. If we had crystal balls and could see, “Ok in 18 months I’m going to meet the person I’m going to marry,” you’d relax and concentrate on what’s in front of you (school/career). Live as if you trust that God loves you and that he’s big enough to move mountains. “
And right there, in that library, I started crying.
