Al Gore has been with his wife for 40 years. Forty.Years.
Now, they're getting a divorce???
No one cheated???
No one had hoes in the back house???
What the fuck is a young, unmarried person suppose to do with that kind of info?
It's another bad omen.
You meet guy.
Guy is great.
Guy loves you.
Guy marries you.
You pop a couple of kids.
Guy cheats.
You're replaced by a piano playing pop star.
-OR-
They just leave you, because you "grew apart".
Damn.
What was it all for then?
Why put all of that into something for it to end?
40 years.
Not 2 years after we met at Katsuya.
40 fucking years.
What the fux is Tipper suppose to do?
Jump back in the dating game?
Be alone?
Have a splackavelli a la Oprah?
I'm starting to really rethink this marriage thing.
I mean, you kinda think you've beaten the odds after 40 fucking years of marriage.
Where's the goal line? When you're old as shit and one of you dies???
Hell, you hear about old ass people re-marrying and being so deeply in love after their spouse dies. You wasn't all that damn attached.
It's just proof that love is not eternal. It's ephemeral. So long as it's under our terms. But if you die, or I just figured out that your snoring IS a problem after 40 years, you are more than capable of finding what you need elsewhere.
I hear people talk about rather or not there is a such thing as "the one". I always felt like there is someone for everyone. Just not ONE person. Or maybe there is 1 person for you at any given season of your life.
But fuck, what does that mean then? That someone who is the one for me now, may not be when I'm Tipper nem's age????
So why marry them?
Why not just keep fuxing them, and break up when you're done.
Kinda like Ziploc bags. They're reusable, but after a while, they get kinda funky. So you have to throw them out.
Oprah has the right idea. Just keep him in the back house and fux him at your leisure.
Or even Halle Berrys (yes, with an 's')
At first, I was kinda disappointed that she got knocked up. Then I thought, "well every man she's married knocked her around or cheated". Then she broke up with homeboy. It's like, she basically had a baby with someone she was just fuxing at the moment. Not a life partner.
But now, I've changed my mind about her...again.
She wanted to have a baby. While she still looks great, her eggs are drying up. This was the best alternative.
At this point, I *think* I want children. I dunno, I may only feel like this because it's what we as women are "suppose" to do. Honestly, I dunno if I want to be responsible for another human being. I mean, if I fuck up, society now has another fucked up person on the loose. I know mothers can only do their best, but it's a big responsibility.
It's kinda like someone asking you to pick up their dry cleaning...in their Ferrari.
Like, HELLLLLL NAW.
It just seems easier to have your lover and a couple of dogs.
Maybe a parrot.
I kinda want a parrot.
But they shit all the time.
But so do dogs.
....I dunno.
Now, they're getting a divorce???
No one cheated???
No one had hoes in the back house???
What the fuck is a young, unmarried person suppose to do with that kind of info?
It's another bad omen.
You meet guy.
Guy is great.
Guy loves you.
Guy marries you.
You pop a couple of kids.
Guy cheats.
You're replaced by a piano playing pop star.
-OR-
They just leave you, because you "grew apart".
Damn.
What was it all for then?
Why put all of that into something for it to end?
40 years.
Not 2 years after we met at Katsuya.
40 fucking years.
What the fux is Tipper suppose to do?
Jump back in the dating game?
Be alone?
Have a splackavelli a la Oprah?
I'm starting to really rethink this marriage thing.
I mean, you kinda think you've beaten the odds after 40 fucking years of marriage.
Where's the goal line? When you're old as shit and one of you dies???
Hell, you hear about old ass people re-marrying and being so deeply in love after their spouse dies. You wasn't all that damn attached.
It's just proof that love is not eternal. It's ephemeral. So long as it's under our terms. But if you die, or I just figured out that your snoring IS a problem after 40 years, you are more than capable of finding what you need elsewhere.
I hear people talk about rather or not there is a such thing as "the one". I always felt like there is someone for everyone. Just not ONE person. Or maybe there is 1 person for you at any given season of your life.
But fuck, what does that mean then? That someone who is the one for me now, may not be when I'm Tipper nem's age????
So why marry them?
Why not just keep fuxing them, and break up when you're done.
Kinda like Ziploc bags. They're reusable, but after a while, they get kinda funky. So you have to throw them out.
Oprah has the right idea. Just keep him in the back house and fux him at your leisure.
Or even Halle Berrys (yes, with an 's')
At first, I was kinda disappointed that she got knocked up. Then I thought, "well every man she's married knocked her around or cheated". Then she broke up with homeboy. It's like, she basically had a baby with someone she was just fuxing at the moment. Not a life partner.
But now, I've changed my mind about her...again.
She wanted to have a baby. While she still looks great, her eggs are drying up. This was the best alternative.
At this point, I *think* I want children. I dunno, I may only feel like this because it's what we as women are "suppose" to do. Honestly, I dunno if I want to be responsible for another human being. I mean, if I fuck up, society now has another fucked up person on the loose. I know mothers can only do their best, but it's a big responsibility.
It's kinda like someone asking you to pick up their dry cleaning...in their Ferrari.
Like, HELLLLLL NAW.
It just seems easier to have your lover and a couple of dogs.
Maybe a parrot.
I kinda want a parrot.
But they shit all the time.
But so do dogs.
....I dunno.
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