Fool Me Once? What is Your Advice...

Hey, Judy


I wanted 2 know if you can give me some word of advice. You see my girlfriend of 7 years, well on and off, just left me. And this is her 2nd time right away running into someone else’s arms. I know - I found out the hard way, but anyway, she still tells me 2 stay in the house with her. I want to because the kids (yes there are kids involved) are all hers, but I’ve been there for all of them since they were babies - so they are mine too. But I can't take the pain ‘cause I still love her, but when I work in the night she goes out to be with the other person. I should just leave right? Why suffer? What do you think?

Yours truly,
Nelson

My Dear Nelson,


If you were to get your hand caught in a blender, and it cut your hand and made you bleed, would you stick your hand back in the blender over and over again? NO. So why would you allow this woman who is called your girlfriend to cut your heart for a second time? I'm sure you've heard of the cliche: "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me."


When children are around, what people forget to realize is that YOU and the WOMAN are modeling to them what real love is about. What do you want these children to learn about love? Do you want them to grow up and believe that love means cheating on one hand, and allowing someone to betray you over and over? The answer is probably no. I do realize it makes it MUCH harder that children are in the household. I applaud you for being a gentleman, and raising these children as if they were your own. But being a gentleman also means being that gentleman to yourself. You are a good man...and your girlfriend is fooling around with someone you KNOW?! No, no. This is so dysfunctional on so many levels, my friend.


My advice is that you talk to her and you let her know she either stops this or you will leave. Of course she says you can stay, because you are a source of income most likely...that is unfair and selfish of her. And even if she still loves you, she cannot have her cake and eat it too. You can leave. Take some time to think about it. You can return if she changes and if you think she won't do this again, but you said she's done this before...she will most likely do it again. And you can still be a part of the children's lives...you just have to set some boundaries and let them know that you leaving doesn't mean you don't love them. Just let them know that things are not working out with you and mommy and that 2 people can love each other but that doesn't mean that it can work. You deserve better...you really do.

I open this up to my readers and fans...please comment & give your advice.  Thank you!

Life is Counting to 10...Get back up!

So here I am, 23 years as a professional recording artist, 13 years as a radio personality, and one year as an advice columnist...looks great on paper, but what no one knows is although I'm proud of what I've accomplished, I have yet to achieve my real dreams. There have been some highs: meeting amazing celebrities, receiving a standing ovation at Madison Square Garden, and hearing my songs on the radio. And...there have been some lows: a suicide attempt, getting diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, and getting my heart broken in the most evil and betraying of ways. My ultimate dreams? I want to win a Grammy, own a townhouse somewhere where I can complain about the deer eating my flowers, I want to be able to financially care for my mother without worrying about it, I want to sing a duet with Michael Buble, and I want to do a world tour, have a #1 top POP song on the radio. Oh yes, and I'd like to find the true love of my life, get married and know what it's like to be loved honestly.

I was at a great meeting this past week with my manager, his assistant, and my creative director. It was exciting: new website, new photos, new single being released soon. I was watching everyone buzzing like bees, looking at materials, talking about how to take it to the next level, etc. I was excited too, but all of a sudden, BOOM! I was outside of my body, I was numb. Flat out, truth..I was SCARED! Judy, why the hell are you afraid? Helloooo! Everyone is behind you, believing in you, supporting you. Suddenly there were endless lists of things for me to do, write, say...I was nodding my head, "yes, I can do that...sure, not a problem.." But inside me, there was a whole other side of me, in an alternate reality, saying "huh?" LOL...

It's funny, and it is hard to admit this on a blog, but hey, if I'm going to write a blog, I might as well put it out there...I AM AFRAID! I am afraid to fail, I am afraid to let people down, I am afraid I don't believe in myself enough anymore to make it happen. Damn, I'm just afraid. We are all afraid of failure...but what people don't know is that success can be just as scary. Is it possibly true that we are afraid of our own power? Is it that we are used to people telling us we can't, and then when we find out we can, we get scared, knowing that if we succeed, will we leave others behind? If we succeed, will people still like us, did they like us to begin with, or do they only like us for what we can do for them? If we succeed, will we be accused of changing? I have to find out what I'm afraid of...

When I think about it, I realize, I've tasted success - it tasted PHENOMENAL! I'm talking, finger-lickin-freakin-licous good! I've known what it feels like to have a lot of money coming in, to have the phone ring off the hook, to be invited to all the parties, to not have to wait on line, to pay the bills so far in advance there are no worries...but then one day, out of the blue, it stopped. All of it. And I've been fighting, scratching, crawling just to stay somewhere on the mountain, and then life, cynical people who think they know who you are, who make false judgments, keep kicking me down. I'm a fighter. I have been punched, sucker-punched, even been knocked out. And I have always got back up... The thing is...it gets harder to get up every time. Know what I mean? I had this same feeling with weight.

I decide to lose weight...I lose weight, 20, 30, 40 pounds or more. I work out in the gym like an animal. And then one day, an idiot says something to me like, "You're gonna have extra skin.." or "You look fine, but you still have a LOT more to go." and in an instant...FEAR is there again. Without even realizing, as if they've said some magic word, slowly, so very slowly the weight creeps back on. And then I'm knocked to the floor again, and I can't seem to get up.

Okay, back to the meeting. Just before I go, my manager says, "Judy, this is your life...you define who you are...you have to decide that you want this, and go after it." He is right. I loved that he said that to me...He also said, "And, Judy, you gotta get back to the gym." He didn't say it in a mean way. In fact, the way he said it was the way a father would lovingly tell his daughter- more out of concern for my health than for superficial reasons. But something inside me takes it out of context. The monster in me says, "What?! You think I'm getting fatter again, huh? You see me as a failure, huh? You don't love me the way I am?"

So today, I've been at the computer all day, doing what needs to be done in spite of this thing called fear, telling myself to get the gloves back on...because life is counting to 10, and if I don't get up soon, I'm going to lose what may be the last chance to make my career successful. I've decided to thank the people who believe in me by succeeding this time around. I hope this blog will help me therapeutically, and I hope this blog will help you see me as a human...just like you.