Wednesday, September 12, 2012

You've got the best of me.....




I know it’s meant as a compliment.  I know it is, but I really don’t like it.  Jory is a handsome boy.  He was a beautiful baby.  A beautiful toddler.  He’s just beautiful, I get that.  But when people say to me, “He’s going to be a heartbreaker one day,” inside I shiver with disgust.  I know it’s said to be kind, another way to say he’s cute, but the message is distasteful to me. 
In the beginning when people said Jory was going to be breaking girls’ hearts, I knew I didn’t like what was being said, but I couldn’t pinpoint why.  Then I thought about, what it means to be a heartbreaker.  I think to be a heartbreaker, then your heart must have been broken so you’re taking your hurt out on other people, treating them the way you were treated.  I don’t want my son’s heart to be broken no more than I want him to break girls’ hearts.
When I think of women who have had their hearts broken or toyed with songs pop into, like Jazmine Sullivan’s Bust Your Windows.

I bust the windows out your car
And though it didn’t mend my broken heart
I’ll probably always have these ugly scars
But right now I don’t care about that part
 
I bust the windows out your car
I must admit it helped a little bit
To think of how you'd feel when you saw it
I didn’t know that I had that much strength
But I’m glad you see what happens when
You see you can’t just play with people’s feelings
Tell them you love them but don’t mean it
You probably say that it was juvenile
But I think that I deserve to smile
 
Bust them windows out your car
But it don’t come back to my broken heart
You could never feel I how I felt that day
Until it happens baby you don’t know pain


This woman bust the windows out the dude’s car cause he was a heartbreaker.  You know replacing car windows ain’t cheap, but more than that he left her with emotional scars and baggage, which lead to crazed, heartbroken girls doing things like Carrie Underwood sings about.



That I dug my key into the side of his
Pretty little souped up four wheel drive
Carved my name into his leather seat
I took a Louisville slugger to both head lights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

I might've saved a little trouble for the next girl
'Cause the next time that he cheats
Oh, you know it won't be on me
No, oh
Not on me



I don’t want him to be a heartbreaker who emotionally and mentally damages girls cause then you get girls like the ones Mariah sings about.


Heartbreaker, you got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh why, did you have to run your game on me
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart

It's a shame to be so euphoric and weak
When you smile at me
And you tell me the things that you know
Persuade me to relinquish my love to you
But I cannot resist at all

Boy if I do
The things you want me to
The way I used to do
Would you love me, baby
Hold me, feeling now
Go and break my heart





I don’t want Jory to be a heartbreaker.  I want him to be a Godly man who courts a Proverbs 31 chick.  That they both save themselves for marriage.  They marry and in time give me lots of grandbabies who call me Abby.  So the next time, you get ready to tell someone their son is going to be a heartbreaker, instead just tell them that their son is handsome or cute or even beautiful.

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