Just Bree: A New Chapter

Hello lovelies! 💕

It’s been a while since I’ve written a blog — but that’s about to change. I’m putting more energy into myself and my businesses, because for too long I let fear slow me down. I took my foot off the gas thinking, “Why isn’t this taking off yet?” But when I stopped to think about it… I’ve been in business for nine years. NINE. That’s wild!

Recently, I poured all my focus into creating a dream wedding look for a client, and it hit me — if I can show up and grind for someone else’s vision, then I can do it for my own. And that’s exactly what I’m doing now.

Now, let’s get into the juicy stuff.

I recently walked away from someone I truly believed was my person. The connection was deep, the love felt real, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could be my full self with someone. But… it was all a lie — on his end, at least.

How do you look someone in the eyes, tell them you love them, and mean none of it? I’m still trying to figure that out.

And then came the Tea App. Oh yes, ladies, that infamous app where women warn other women about men who belong to the streets. Some call it messy, but let’s be honest — sometimes the tea is hot because it’s true.

So imagine my shock when I saw my man on there. Yup. My heart dropped, my body went numb, and all I could think was, “No way. Not him.”

I had even posted him there when we first met just to be sure I wasn’t about to date someone else’s man — and at that time, nothing came up. But the universe doesn’t stay silent forever.

Even before the post, I’d had that gut feeling — that quiet whisper that something wasn’t right. Every time I asked, he denied it. Every. Single. Time.

But when I finally reached out to the woman who made the post, everything came to light. Turns out, he was telling her the same sweet lies he told me. Talking about marriage. Taking trips. Wearing the sneakers she bought him — while asking me to buy a matching outfit. The nerve.

When she told me everything, I felt sick. Crushed. Broken. And yet, somewhere in the middle of that heartbreak, I found clarity.

One day, I was crying and asking God all the hard questions:

“Am I enough?”

“Did he ever love me?”

“Why me?”

And then I asked, “God, how could he just play in my face like that?”

And God — being His all-knowing, truth-dropping self — whispered back,“Because you let him.”

Oop.That one hit.

He was right. I saw the red flags. I ignored them. I wanted the connection so badly that I accepted crumbs and called it love.

Here’s what I know now:

✨ I am enough.

✨ He might have loved me in his own broken way — but that’s not my burden to carry.

✨ And if they’re still together? Well, that’s her problem now.

This heartbreak was the wake-up call I needed to get back in alignment with my purpose — not his plans, not his potential, but God’s plan for me.

I was so busy trying to prove I could be his “wife” that I forgot to prove to God that I was walking in obedience. I can just picture God looking down like, “Here we go again, daughter…” But this time, when the other shoe dropped, I decided to get up — not stay down.

I don’t know if I’m meant to be married. Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. I’d love it, but I’m not there yet. What I am sure of is this: I FINALLY walked away, I'm taking things one day at a time, and rebuilding me from the ground up.

I’m loving myself — not for anyone’s approval — but because I deserve to be whole.

I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, and that’s okay. I’m just Bree, and that’s more than enough.

To anyone else out there healing from heartbreak, I hope this reminds you that you can laugh through the pain. Because laughter really is medicine for the soul.

Here’s to healing, laughter, and never letting anyone play in our faces again.

Here’s to a new chapter. 💖