There's a limit to my love...

So last night I tuned in to watch Fantasia’s reality show. The episode that aired at 10pm was the one about the events surrounding her overdose amid all the speculation about the married man she had been dealing with. It was interesting, to say the least, and though I was initially one of the quickest to say she was fronting and KNEW that guy was married…what if she didn’t? Her pain seemed real and I know all too well the pain of trusting someone and finding out later that everything they told me was a lie. BUT…(and you knew a big but was going to make its way in here somehow), I cannot fathom how she wanted to take her LIFE because of this stress and drama, especially when she has a child. I can’t get with that. I still say, no man, I don’t care WHO he is, is worth taking your life over.

Have you ever watched an action or horror movie and know the main character is in danger and you feel yourself rising off your seat wanting to scream at the screen “Don’t go that way!!! RUN GIRL RUN!!! HE’S BEHIND YOU!” That’s how I felt when she was reading the text message from Ol’ Boy last night. He apologized for all of the drama and said he couldn’t see how he could live without her. I call BS on that, but in her fragile state, I knew she would hear him out, even after all that she’d been through. Of course, the episode ended with her saying she just had to go hear his side of the story. *sigh* Ok Fanny. If everything played out the way she said it did (i.e. she didn’t know he was still with his wife, she thought he was separated) then there was nothing he could say that could make it better. Nothing.

I’m not saying I don’t understand being crazy in love, I do. I’ve done some stupid stuff for the sake of love, or some semblance of it. I’ve been longsuffering and turned a blind eye and stayed in relationships way past their expiration dates, so I do empathize with Fanny. But I’m going to go ahead and say that once you make me look like a fool in front of, not only my family and friends, but the entire world…you can pretty much kiss my grits. Just saying. She holds some of the blame because even IF she thought he was separated, she should have waited to see a divorce decree, but I just don't understand what he could say that could make the situation better, and I would have nothing to say to him.

Keri Hilson has a song out now called “Breaking Point”, and I agree with the premise. Some women will tolerate lying or cheating or abuse, but eventually, EVERY woman has a breaking point. Unfortunately, some people assume that love is always unconditional. That if she loves him, he can do whatever he wants to her and she will always be there because…a woman loves “for real” as R. Kelly says. I say that nobody but God can give you unconditional love, humans always have a breaking point.


So what’s yours? Have you ever stayed in a relationship when you knew it should have been over? What finally got you to that breaking point?