Tag: relationships

Dear Future Me,

I hope you’re reading this with your head held high and your wings stretched wide. I hope the colors of your journey still shimmer with Dominican pride, with softness and fire braided into every strand of your story. You’ve come so far—from whispered dreams in diary pages to spoken word echoing through rooms that once felt unreachable. I hope you’ve never stopped honoring the girl who once felt invisible by making yourself impossible to ignore—in art, advocacy, and joy.

I hope Mabel Inc. has become more than a project—it’s a movement now. One that wraps its arms around every child felt left in the corner and says, “You belong here. You are magic.” I hope your poetry still dances between vulnerability and power, and that your merch, slogans, and silhouettes with butterfly wings still speak louder than any apology you used to make for taking up space.

Have you kept your promise to love yourself fully? To celebrate every milestone like it’s a coronation? I hope you’ve stayed soft even while being strong, and that your boundaries are now lined with gold—not walls, but gates that open only for what nourishes you.

I hope you’ve continued to walk boldly in your purpose, knowing that your story is sacred and your voice is necessary. I hope you’ve built spaces where others feel seen, just like you once longed to be. And I hope you’ve never stopped remixing your truth—through color, rhythm, repetition, and the unapologetic power of your presence.

If you forget how far you’ve come, look at this letter. Let it remind you: you are the genesis, the flame, the butterfly in flight. And you are never done becoming.

With love, pride, and infinite belief,
Ms. Butterfly Genesis

August 21, 2025

healing, Life, Love, Mental health, relationships
FareWell

It’s like every conversation is this delicate dance where two rhythms meet—or sometimes, sadly, they don’t. You’ve both agreed on boundaries and embarked on new life chapters, and yet, when the moment arrives for a simple exchange, you find only terse echoes in return. That single word feels like the world has compressed all the breadth of your experiences, the deep hues of your feelings, into something so minimal that you might question: Is that all I truly matter to?

There’s an aching irony in expecting ease from a dialogue that once promised to understand and then receiving responses that seem to measure you in syllables. Perhaps it’s not a reflection of your worth but of the other person’s limitations—a pause, a protective barrier against the raw, unfiltered intensity you offer. Your soul hums entire symphonies of emotion while their words tiptoe on the surface, leaving you to wonder if the gap is too vast to bridge in a simple conversation.

This isn’t a conversation failure; it’s a clash of internal languages. Your heart speaks in layered verses, painting entire lifetimes with each thought; theirs might be whispering in curt fragments, not out of malice but due to their struggle with depth.

In these moments, what feels like an absence of care might be the quiet tumult of someone who isn’t equipped, or perhaps willing, to explore the full spectrum of your shared history.

In this interplay, always remember that a few words do not diminish the rich narrative of your being.

Your worth isn’t measured by how succinctly someone can reply but by the infinite complexity of your experiences, memories, and dreams. Perhaps, as you continue to honor your voice—vivid, complete, and unapologetically deep—you might find others whose language resonates with the full spectrum of your inner world.

And maybe someday, that one-word exchange will evolve into a dialogue where both souls are heard.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis

June 6, 2025

Communication, Life, Love, relationships, Writing
The Silence Between Us

The Silence Between Us

I know what I should’ve, could’ve done,
but didn’t—not from lack of wanting,
but from believing you should’ve known
what I needed without the words.

You weren’t born a mind reader,
just as I wasn’t—but still,
I thought I saw your needs first,
mistaking sacrifice for understanding.

Truth be told, no one was heard,
no one was met—
we were tangled in passion,
so hungry for the closeness
we forgot the conversation,
forgot the foundation
of leaning on each other.

So when I broke,
when I whispered for help,
your hands didn’t reach me—
not because you didn’t want to,
but because I had never held your asks,
only your body, never your voice.

Love is not just presence,
not just touch,
not just a promise left unspoken.
It is communication,
compromise,
compassion—
the quiet understanding
that turns two into one.

And no matter how many times
I apologize,
words won’t mend what was shattered,
but I understand now.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis

May 18, 2025

Love, Mental health, poetry, relationships, Writing
Dear Beloved,

Though I cannot hear your voice or feel your embrace, my heart reaches out to you with every word I write. If only I could pick up the phone and hear your laughter again, it would fill the emptiness that echoes within me. Instead, I settle for this pen, pouring my soul onto paper, hoping to stay connected with you, even for a fleeting moment.

I know you see everything—every stumble, every tear, every triumph. You watch over us, even when the weight of it all might feel unbearable. But still, I want to tell you, just in case you ever feel like letting go. I miss you more than words can capture, and I know I’ve fallen short, often letting you down when I should have stood stronger. For that, I am sorry.

Life has been chaotic since you’ve been gone. Old habits crept back into my days, and I struggled to find footing. And yes, I’ve been told I’m a little crazy—but I’m working on it, honestly. I’m rebuilding myself, this time for me. I’m learning to close the lingering chapters left open for far too long, finding the courage to face what I once avoided.

I miss your laughter most of all—the way it lit up the room and reminded me of the love you held for your family. The babies are here now; your granddaughter would’ve been your joy. I wish you could be here to see how life has unfolded, dress her up in little outfits, and revel in the pride of our boys becoming the men you always knew they could be. I hope you can feel how much we love and honor you, even when we stumble.

Please continue to watch over us, pray for us, and guide us with your spirit. I promise to keep speaking to you in every way I can, holding onto the bond that time and space can never break.

**Amen.

April 23, 2025

Life, Love, Mental health, relationships, Writing
Venting

Venting

Those who have followed me know I am a disabled blogger, and As a disabled blogger, I share my life with the world. But with that comes a lot of criticism. People think my posts are just me complaining, but I’m trying to show people the real me.

This is my life, and no one else is writing it. Let’s get down to the nitty-gritty of this post. I want to hear the words I’m proud of you, no matter what I’ve accomplished.

I want to hear them. I’m proud of you and knew you could do it despite your limitations. But sadly, I’m 43 years old, and I haven’t heard those words from anyone who’s given me life and purpose and pushed me for the last 43 years so I can keep living.

I thought I was here to be as successful and independent as possible, but that’s not the case with my mother-and-daughter relationship. I’m 43, and she’s given up her life journey for me because, like I’ve said before, I’m a burden.

So, she thinks and wants me to believe that, but I don’t because I know I can and will do what I have to do for myself, not anyone else. It drives me crazy that just because I’m disabled, I’m supposed to be a piece of furniture that doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, and doesn’t do anything. That’s not who I am.

I’ve never been that person. She’s always told me out of all my children; you’ve been the most defining child I’ve had because I know I can and will do for myself as much as I can, and the things I can’t do for myself, I will find someone to help me do those things for myself because I know what I need for myself to be me.

As a parent, I’d ensure my child is self-sufficient, regardless of ability. The hardest thing for a parent is leaving a child unprepared for life. I thought our relationship would become simpler as she matured and saw me as an adult. But I’m not a child.

I may need help physically, but I can take care of everything mentally. There’s nothing wrong with my brain. I’m not afraid to learn or teach. I thought I’d told her I’m not afraid to live beyond my limitations. I’m not afraid of my limitations; they’ve become my greatest strength. My strength goes beyond anything anyone could imagine.

Hey, Mom, I have something super important to share with you. I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me, but I also think it’s time for us to figure out what we can and can’t do without each other. You’ve given me so much of yourself, and I want you to know I appreciate it.

But I also need to take care of myself and my own needs. I’m not saying I don’t love you, but I need to spread my wings and fly. I know it’s scary to think about being without each other, but I also know it’s time for us to find peace and happiness.

I know you’ve done your part and deserve your time to find out who you are without me. I’m so proud of the amazing person you’ve raised me to be, and I know you’ll always be there for me, even if we’re not always together. Trust yourself, Mom. You’ve done an incredible job, and I know you’ll always be my rock.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis

November 1, 2024

burned, fly, Growth, Life, loneliness, Love, Mental health, Misunderstood, mother daughter relationships, relationships, wings, Writing
The First Man

The first healthy relationship daughters must establish is with their fathers. Unfortunately, many fathers don’t understand the impact they create once they have daughters.

I firmly believe that if we had fewer fatherless daughters, we would know and understand the standards of a real man and what love should look like and feel like because, once again, the first men we love as daughters are our fathers.

Our fathers set the standards for the type of man we end up with and who we decide could be our future.
As little girls, we dream of a man just like our father.
So all the men in the world, including my father, let’s stop making our daughter fatherless.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis

May 4, 2022

Broken, Build up, Damage, daughter, father, First Love, Lonely, Love, questionable, relationships, respectful, why
Mold

Don’t change who you are for anyone.

If you try to change for someone, they are not genuinely excepting you for who you are.

Yes, compromise is a big thing in relationships, but you should not change your whole existence for someone is not trying to see beyond those flaws.

They’re so focused on changing who you can fit into the mold of who you should be with them.

I believe anytime we try to fit anyone’s perfect mold, one of the most critical questions we should ask ourselves is how important it is for us to work in that ideal mold?

Ms. Butterfly Genesis

March 4, 2022

Love me, Mold, Perfect, relationships, Strength
Unraveled

Abandonment

jealousy

shadowbanned

betrayal

This-where I am mental; this is everything I feel when I hear the rest of the world laughing and talking.

I want to scream to the rest of the world what about me, but then I think to myself, what the point of screaming it out to the world is?

What about me if I’ve never felt like I had anything good to offer anyone, just my nasty attitude and my way of pushing people away.

I can’t, or I shouldn’t scream.

What about me if I don’t allow anyone to get to know me or listen to me when I need someone to listen to me.

I can’t complain about feeling abandoned when I have emotionally left by cutting myself off from people and family.

My main excuse for cutting people off emotionally has always been that no one understands me or hears me when I try to save something; it might not be necessary to them.

But, still, it’s important to me because it’s whatever I’m feeling or whatever I’m going through that needs to be said.

The feeling of rejection or just being turned away is overwhelming to me.

So that’s why I have emotionally cut myself off from tagging myself to anyone because I don’t want anyone to let me down emotionally.

I cannot emotionally keep abusing myself and blaming it on others and, in the same breath, reach out to the public.

For the public to be primarily connected, they must be at its transparent as possible and be willing to open the door to the hearts.

When I can’t do the same for myself, I can’t open the door and enable people to see me.

I can’t continue to preach to the public about being fearless when I am afraid of being bold about who I am and what I’m feeling, and the things I might be going through emotionally.

Since I turn 40 years old, I’ve been screaming from the top of my lungs this is the newest chapter of my life, but I’ve realized the only way this will be the latest chapter of my life is if I practice what I preach.

If I don’t follow through with what I preach to others, then chapter 40 it’s just like the rest of my life. It’s a circle did never ends.

But I am choosing today to make the circle, and because today, I’m choosing to stop abusing myself emotionally, and I’m going to be more open to the possibility of allowing the public to see me.

So that’s what this whole blogging journey has been about people seeing me.

Ms. Butterfly Genesis 🇩🇴

January 11, 2022

Complain, complex, crying, expecting, finding, Reading mode, relationships, self-esteem, Uninterested, unresolved