Hey y'all, what's up? This post is solely to clear up, or rather reinforce what I wrote in the previous post and not look like a hypocrite. Brooklyn Babe (if that is indeed your REAL name!) kinda called me out on this one, so I'll take the time to explain.
Yeah, ya boy Zed was married. Really for about a 1 1/2 years, but legally about 3 years. My divorce was final December 11, 2003, one day after my 33rd birthday. But we hadn't lived together for 1 1/2 years before then. I didn't get married because I was in love, nor did I get divorced because I didn't love her.
We met when I was 24 and she was 29. I thought this would be some broad I fucked for awhile and then left, but I started to feel her. I liked her. A lot. So I stuck around. We were and tumultuous couple. We fought a lot and made up a lot. It was a real off and on relationship. She became my best friend and my worst enemy. When it was good it, it was excellent.
I wasn't under the illusion that I was in love with her when I got married. We were long past that. It was my sense of duty and my misconception of what it meant to be responsible. When I was pushing 30 I thought I'd strung her along enough. She waited for me to mature, so I should marry her. I thought my misgivings about marriage were just immature longings to stay single and chase pussy. So I pushed them aside and decided to get married. It was all practical. No love involved in the decision. In fact, I believed that I was "in love" with another woman at that time.
I got married on December 24, 2000 in Negril, Jamaica on a beach. Barefoot and high as fuck. I needed to be high, 'cuz I was going to fly back to the "D", unmarried. My boy convinced me to go through with it. When we returned, the only thing that kept me in the marriage was my father.
My father is very conservative and remains a huge influence on the way I think a man should be. I thought that my father would be practical, stay the course, and make things work. As the marriage progressed, I had to admit to myself that I wasn't my father. I left in June of 2002.
That's my sad ass wedding story. I hope you liked it. I didn't!
Yeah, ya boy Zed was married. Really for about a 1 1/2 years, but legally about 3 years. My divorce was final December 11, 2003, one day after my 33rd birthday. But we hadn't lived together for 1 1/2 years before then. I didn't get married because I was in love, nor did I get divorced because I didn't love her.
We met when I was 24 and she was 29. I thought this would be some broad I fucked for awhile and then left, but I started to feel her. I liked her. A lot. So I stuck around. We were and tumultuous couple. We fought a lot and made up a lot. It was a real off and on relationship. She became my best friend and my worst enemy. When it was good it, it was excellent.
I wasn't under the illusion that I was in love with her when I got married. We were long past that. It was my sense of duty and my misconception of what it meant to be responsible. When I was pushing 30 I thought I'd strung her along enough. She waited for me to mature, so I should marry her. I thought my misgivings about marriage were just immature longings to stay single and chase pussy. So I pushed them aside and decided to get married. It was all practical. No love involved in the decision. In fact, I believed that I was "in love" with another woman at that time.
I got married on December 24, 2000 in Negril, Jamaica on a beach. Barefoot and high as fuck. I needed to be high, 'cuz I was going to fly back to the "D", unmarried. My boy convinced me to go through with it. When we returned, the only thing that kept me in the marriage was my father.
My father is very conservative and remains a huge influence on the way I think a man should be. I thought that my father would be practical, stay the course, and make things work. As the marriage progressed, I had to admit to myself that I wasn't my father. I left in June of 2002.
That's my sad ass wedding story. I hope you liked it. I didn't!
Be Easy,
KZ
10 comments:
That's not sad Zed- That's real. At least your the type of munkee that's stays true to what you feel...Eventually! ;-)
Wow. And I thought I made a bad wedding decision.
I married for the constant source of pussy. lol
Just joking. I divorced to pursue a constant source of pussy. ;o)
I've added you to my favorite blogs to.
I agree with 'chubby chocolate' in that you were just keeping it real. At least you didn't drag the marriage through the mud for years like must niggas do cheatin on their wives left and right cause they never wanted to be married in the first place!!
"No love involved in the decision. In fact, I believed that I was "in love" with another woman at that time."
Nigga who?????umm.....are you talking about my "mariah3191" friend??????
There is sooooooooooooo much I could add to this story, but I will leave what GOOD parts there are in this story......just that in the eyes of the readers.....good. *smile*
Let's just say.....I feel you....you KNOW I do....and for the 902 time, I NEVA wanted you to marry her stankin ass!!! WHEW! Glad that's a done deal! *wincing at the thought of you and her still being together*
Wow! let me read this again...
...i think i am the last person to comment about this...but
...can't "we" just live together for eternity, be able to get along and compromise, laugh when we're having the sloppy sex and not stay mad at eachother for more than a couple of hours (if that).....do we HAVE to get married...'cause marriage stinks!
* PEOOPLE cheat not just men
* the constant and uninhibited pursuit of pussy may have the dick falling off
* tell them the things they NEED to hear rather than the things they WANT to hear
* always be true to yourself!
I always felt that my marriage was both a blessing and a curse. I learned alot about what I want and don't want in a woman when it comes to being a teammate. Even though I got more ass since I have been divorced.
@Robyn
The chick I thought I was in love with is named Lanie. You and I never discussed this (even though I told you almost everything) and this was WHILE I was fuckin' your homegirl. Lanie is probably reading this blog (she's not a member of Blogger, just lurking) and she knows the deal.
@SD
I got offered more pussy when I was married. If you're married a lot of women accept that and just give you the pussy. If you got a girlfriend, they want you to dump her. If you single, they wanna marry you. It's all fucked up.
@Twin
Marriage taught me a lot about myself. I stayed in that marriage about a year longer than any other man would have. That bitch, my good man, is nuts.
@Rest of Y'all Women
I'm still accepting pity pussy!
KZ
that's whut (Robyn) and I are here for buddy!!!! Handing you a citation every type you slip from that Sag Blunt Honesty.
- Until
Your Sag Sis aka Bk Babe!
P.S. Lol @ pity pussy.... was even more sorry, is someone is actually out there willing to give it too you too!!! Eeeeeewwwww!!! Lmao!
Stories like this are why I would never date a man longer than 2 years and he hasn't proposed to me. If a man hasn't proposed after that amount of time, it should be more than obvious he doesn't want to marry you.
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