Today is my parents 30th anniversary. And somehow it seems to be hurting me. In this day and age many individuals my age arent blessed with examples of continual married bliss. I was fortunate to be from day 1 in my immediate household n in the extended family. My Grandparents reached 50 years before my grandfather passed. So I guess it is embedded in me that when I get married it for keeps kinda thing.
I thought I met that with my ex. My perfect companion for forever. We seemed to get each other and know how to deal with each other with such ease that others around us wanted the same thing! Remember one his best friend said there was a "Ying-Yang Factor" I saw saw my forever in each and every kiss, carress, touch and even in the arguments. But it rang true every morning when I woke up next to him. And that was the feeling I had gotten from the first time we slept together fully clothed til pride and shame played no role n we slept wrapped in each others skin with the help of comforters. It seemed to be the "destiny type thing" Darius Lovehall told Nina Mosely that they had. Even breakups instituted by us did little to keep up apart. LMAO. But now hes gone and love has once again become a mirage, an ever elusive concept concieved by Hudini n his cohorts. Im done chasing it, looking for it or even wanting it. We all werent made to be loved. In the West Indies we have this sayin "Every bread has its butter" but apparently Im jus dry ass bread meant to be eaten alone.
Yet in all my misery I still wish my parents another 30. Of the laughter, fun n music I was raised around. Another 30 of a bond that nothing could dissolve not even themselves. Another 30 to living, laughter and loving for the happy couple.
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You are not dry ass bread, stop that! On facebook yesterday I posted how someone told me about a woman who got married at 65 for the first time and was the happiest she had ever been! We still have hope girl, keep your head up and congrats to the parents!
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