Let me say this in the simplest way possible. I am not famous. I am not an heiress. I am not a celebrity’s daughter. I do not have a rich boyfriend. I do not have a famous baby father. I have never been on television. I am a regular woman who did well. And that bothers people. Yall out here looking for a secret trust fund I must have or some dramatic backstory to explain my lifestyle because if I’m just "regular," then you have to admit we started at the same place and that hurts your...

There was a time when dating felt simple. Not because men were better. Not because relationships were healthier. But because I didn’t understand what I was looking at. Everything looked good to me back then. A man with a nice car? I was impressed. A man with jewelry? I thought he had money. A man that women wanted? I thought I had a prize. And I’m not embarrassed to say that, because a lot of women start there. But the difference between then and now is simple. Then, I saw what was presented....

A few nights ago, I had a dream that honestly embarrassed me. In the dream, a woman called me broke. And instead of just looking at her like she lost her mind… I started arguing. “I’m not broke. I got this. I got that.” Going on and on, trying to prove a point. And then it got worse. I started doing the absolute most. Acting out of character. Loud. Performative. The kind of energy I would never show in real life. When I woke up, I couldn’t shake it. Not because it happened… but because it...