You’ve Just Been Dating the Wrong Girlfriend

By Greg Meakin

Do you ever feel like you’re banging your head against the wall, trying to make a relationship work? Love and hate. Ups and downs. Mixed messages galore. For months, years, or goodness, decades on end.

It is so difficult for me to understand why an abused spouse keeps coming back for more. Sure, there are deep psychiatric issues out there that are beyond my paygrade. I’ve heard of Stockholm Syndrome. I’ve watched men and women living in misery every day, thinking there is no way out. Sometimes, high school sweetheart relationships turn out anything but sweet.

I try to keep things simple and believe the most complex issues can usually be narrowed down to a few key truths. In this case, I see a common denominator in abusive relationships.

For whatever reason, the abused party seems to embrace two things, knowingly or not:

1. It’s the only game in town
2. It’s easier to comply than to step out into a scary world of unknowns

And this can apply to more things than relationships. Decades ago, I remember shopping for a new home in the Seattle area, and I was in love with one particular neighborhood. I shopped and shopped, made offers on several houses, but nothing came together. For almost a year, I was banging my head against the wall because I KNEW this was the neighborhood for me. I just knew it.

Lo and behold, my wife called me at work one day. She casually mentioned she had driven by a house for sale, and it looked nice. Problem was, it was in a completely different neighborhood. It was not on my radar. Short story, within 24-hours I bought the house, at a lower price than my budget, with more privacy and nicer amenities than I had ever expected. We ended up living there, happily ever after.

Just like that.

It was the first time I realized I had been infatuated with the first neighborhood. I was too close to the forest to see the trees. I had NO idea there was another neighborhood sitting quietly in the wings – a perfect and Godly fit – just waiting for me to notice her.

When this “awakening” happens in life, you know it. Everything becomes EASY. Things move quick-like-a-bunny, with no obstructions. It FEELS good. You are no longer banging your head against the wall – the wall dissolves to dust and you just stroll down the new road.

ALBERTA is the Poster-Child of an abused spouse. Disrespected since 1867, and getting worse every day. A deeply toxic relationship with a heavy-handed Ottawa…and NO END IN SIGHT!

Growing up in Quebec and now living in Arizona, I am so far from the Alberta forest I need a long-range GPS just to see any green. If I could hover above Alberta with a big megaphone, I would shout to the rooftops:

YOU ARE DATING THE WRONG GIRLFRIEND!

The United States of America is quietly waiting in the wings. She is open to new relationships, she would welcome you with open arms, she would shower you with freedom, happiness and wealth beyond your wildest dreams. Your value will be appreciated, and with reciprocity. She would respect you in the morning – and put it in writing with the warm embrace of a timeless Constitution.

It is time for Alberta to dump Ottawa, and marry the United States of America, as her 51st State.

Only after I moved into my new house in Seattle did I fully realize the long-term happiness that follows any hard-fought victory.

Once Alberta endures the noise and heartache of a messy Confederation Divorce (via a Provincial Referendum and the legal squabbling that will preclude and surely follow) her citizens will feel joy, prosperity, and respect as never before.

The first morning waking up as a US Citizen, feeling the freedom and optimism that is baked into American Life, Albertans will realize they made the right choice.

Personal Freedom is not a cliche – it is the only ticket to true human happiness. Just ask people around the world these days. The Founding Fathers knew it all along…thank God.

There is another game in town, folks. You don’t have to comply with Canada, even if change is scary. There can be no retaliation from Canada, because America will now have your back. You have the power to choose a new life-partner, and you’re worth it.

You’ve just been dating the wrong girlfriend all these years. You deserve better, and America is waiting for you at the altar of Freedom.

To have and to hold, forever.

ALBERTA 51…NOW.

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Greg Meakin is a dual-citizen, born in Portsmouth NH and raised in Montreal. He spent most of his adult life in the Seattle area, and is now retired in Arizona City AZ. He writes and publishes full-time, and just released his third book, WHY I CAME TO AMERICA…and what I think now. The book is only available on his website, gregmeakin.com, and his email address is gregmeakin2020@gmail.com