The Fake Toast

Everyone loves, love or so it seems. I see it on social media all of the time. The couples’ pics gets the most “likes” and everyone seems to have “relationship goals.”  When a couple gets married, the atmosphere is kinda the same or so it seems. “Congrats! Oh you two look so great together; I’m so happy for you; Wishing you two a couple of forevers” and so on. However, as time goes on, one may learn the harsh reality that some people are only happy for you as long as “your being happy” doesn’t impede on theirs.

My husband and I received a lot of genuine love and support when we got married. People sent us gifts. They gave us the most beautiful cards with the most inspiring words. They gave us money and they spent time with us and to this day, we love them all.

Marriage is a lot easier when you have a great support system. It’s nice to be around people who encourage you to stay together and won’t talk down about your spouse or your marriage but beware of those who pray for your demise. In our case, she stood up at our wedding and gave a fake toast.

If you’ve read “94th & Racine: The Roots of Me,” then you know I don’t have the best relationship with my mother. Needless to say, I was super excited to have a mother-in-law. While my husband and I were dating, his mother and I hit it off great. We talked all of the time, hung out frequently, bought each other gifts; we became friends. On our wedding day, she was front and center. She often shared with me how she admired my strength and loved the fact that I was outspoken, until the day I said some shit she didn’t like.

I can only assume it was something I said because I don’t recall ever doing anything to her but our “relationship” took a turn for the worst. All of a sudden, she started behaving differently. She was too busy for my phone calls, stopped making an effort and found the most ridiculous reasons to have an attitude with me. My husband made attempts to get to the bottom of it. She would deny there was a problem, yet tell others something different. I tried as much as I could and then I realized, when someone doesn’t want to like you, there is nothing you can do about it. As a matter of fact, they will try to find any and everything wrong so they won’t have to.

I had the privilege of getting bits and pieces of what her problem was from her and a few family members.  When I finally spoke to her, she said it was because my husband and I took a break from her grandchildren. I asked her why she didn’t call to find out why we took a step back. I find it odd when a person who claims to love you just stops communicating with you when they have a problem with you. It’s obvious she had time to tell everyone else. Similarly, she seemed unbothered about what we were going through with her ex daughter-in-law. She actually laughed when I told her about the stalking, harassing and horrible lessons his ex was teaching her grandchildren. I believed there was something more to her sudden dislike for me. She seemed so against our marriage.  I couldn’t figure it out.

Anywho, the part that startled me the most was learning who my mother-in-law really was. I finally figured it out. She was fake. She claimed to hate my husband’s ex yet “playing besties” with her. Spending time at her home, telling her everything I ever shared in confidence and supporting her foolish behaviors. I felt hurt and very betrayed. I never expected that.  I suppose the enemy of her enemy was her friend. I remember the day I asked her, “Why would you come around me, buy me gifts and smile in my face if you knew you had a problem with me?” Her response was “to be nice…” I was speechless. I’m use to knowing where I stand with people and vise versa. Chicago raised me that way. I felt foolish.

For a while I asked myself, “What happened to the wonderful toast at the wedding? What happened to how much she use to like me? What happened to how strong I was in her eyes? ” Those things never existed because it was all fake…


I’m Stingy

A lot of people may be in denial about this but regardless of how much we grow, we will always take those “things” that we got from childhood and bring it into adulthood, and Lord forbid those things follow us to marriage. That’s what happened to me…😀

Growing up, l lived with a house full of people and I had to share almost everything (whether I wanted to or not). Sometimes they returned my things in it’s original condition and other times, I could no longer identify whether it was mine or not. Then at 16, I had my first child. Either way, by the time I was 17, giving up things for the sake of others became a task I despised. I didn’t (and my husband would argue that I still don’t) like sharing my things. This is not to say that I am a selfish person. To the contrary, I am very giving. It just means I’d rather buy someone their own before I give them mine. Welcome to another unexpected dynamic in my marriage. 

One would argue that the act of marriage means “to share” and rightfully so, they should. Truthfully, when two people are married, they are expected to share a home, ideas, money, children, everything! However, there were some things I just wasn’t prepared to share. 

My husband is a very “sharing is caring” kind of man. He touches my shit sometimes without a conscience and I’m like, “What are you doing baby?” If my husband is out of shampoo, he’s reaching for mine; If he’s finished with his food, he wants mine; If I somehow laugh at something in retrospect, he has to know what it is; If I am using the restroom, he just walks in and talk to me; If he can’t find his hair brush, he’s using mine.  All the while, in my head, I am having the biggest temper tantrum, kicking and screaming, “He just won’t stop touching my things!!” In a dream, he’d never run out of things or ask for mine. In reality, that wouldn’t be feasible and it wouldn’t be marriage. 

I spend a great deal of time in my marriage chanting, “What’s mine is his and what’s his is mine.” Sometimes I am in disbelief of how much of a struggle that is for me. When we marry someone, one would think it’s second nature to just give your spouse all of you and that includes the willingness to share all you have. I’ve learned that when we have baggage, something so simple can be one of the most challenging things we can ever do. Sharing is not easy for me. I’ve had to work through all of the core beliefs I’ve acquired when it comes to that and rewrite them to fit my current lifestyle. What that looks like is, instead of telling myself, my husband will “use it all or use it against me-break it or break my heart,” I have to tell myself “Nya, he may not do any of those things and if he does, maybe he will work to fix it or give you more in return.” It may also look like being less defensive and knowing that whatever it is I have, he is going to make contact with it.    

Sharing makes me feel like my space is invaded and boundaries have been crossed. These are the thoughts that I react to and my husband didn’t put them there. My childhood did. 

The obsession of “mine” can be very toxic to a marriage or anything that requires more than one person to be successful. I still struggle with this because I’ve conditioned myself to believe that if I have something that is “mine” then I have security. To share is to be vulnerable, open and fearless. I thought I was all of those things until I got married. I didn’t expect to learn that I wasn’t.  

Another Distraction

I planned to write about our personal traits and how they can sometimes contribute to the unexpected of marriage but I have something else on my mind. Earlier, I wrote about distractions and how my husband and I’s greatest distraction is his ex wife. One minute it seems she is chill and the next minute, we learn that she was only taking time off to develop her next move. When I said this girl is like the villain in a movie that just won’t die, she truly is!!

About 3 weeks ago, I noticed a vehicle parked in my neighbors drive way on a regular basis. I even had the thought, “hmmm, she must have a new car..” I didn’t think much of it. I continued to leave for work as usual, carried on with my day. That is until day before yesterday. When I returned from dropping my son off at his bus, I noticed my husband’s ex-wife getting out of that same car with her baby. She put him in the stroller and began taking a walk around the cul-de-sac and neighborhood. This confused me because there are numerous parks, walking paths, tracks and even her own neighborhood that she could get her steps in, so why use ours? Immediately, I called my husband and told him. He said he attempted to call her but she initially, didn’t answer. I also decided to reach out to her via email and express to her that she wasn’t welcomed in our neighborhood. She of course gave a snob remark to the effect of, “I’m not at your house…I can enjoy my life and walk where I want…You are desperate for attention from me…”

She had spoken like a true psychotic. I thought to myself, “This is a real life drama series. She really needs major inpatient care.” I need attention but she is the one walking around my home and neighborhood, claiming to be friends with my neighbor? Even if there is a friend in my neighborhood, why would anyone want to go where there can be potential drama?

I don’t know about the rest of you but had it been me, the exact moment my “friend” gave me her address, my response would’ve been, “Naw that’s too close to my ex husband and his wife. Meet me somewhere else…” Unfortunately, when people have hidden agendas and wanna be seen themselves, they do shit like park across the street from your house and walk up and down your block.🤷🏾

Over the years, we’ve had so many “run-ins” with this woman, it is ridiculous. She started with harassing phone calls, (calling and texting me at least 125 times a day) then it increased to following us on dates, sitting outside our house or circling our cul-de-sac. Shortly after that, she began talking to my neighbors and telling them that my husband was her husband and I was his mistress. A guest of one of my neighbors reported to me that the ex-wife encouraged the neighbors to call her, if and when they saw my husband come home because his kids missed him. It was quite traumatic.

People who know me, know that I have a history of handling things the “street” way. However, when you are a professional and you want to keep everything that encouraged you to give those “street” ways up, you try very hard not to go back to that. Therefore, I had to handle things legally. When the legal system got involved, she couldn’t bother us as directly as she had before. As a result, she began to use the one tool she had… her children.

The use of the children affected my husband more than it did me. People say, you can love your step children as you love your own and maybe there are some that do, but I don’t. They are not my children and I didn’t birth them. Similarly, they don’t appear to be raised in a manner that I would raise my own. I care about their well-being and their safety but that is all I can offer under the circumstances.

In general, I am not kid friendly. My oldest is 21 and my youngest is 9. When the two of them get together, they interact with great intelligence and maturity. I was never that parent that used “baby talk” to connect with my infants. I wanted my boys to speak proper English as early as they could. I don’t have unorganized play with children. We can do a board game or take a trip but I don’t ever want my children to think, they can do something inappropriate and I will laugh because we were just “playing.” My children and I are not friends.  I am very firm with discipline. There are consistent consequences for negative  actions; especially, if it includes disrespect towards another adult. I expect children to know how to behave EVERYWHERE they go, not just outside. I tried to teach her children the same.

However, when a woman is trying to help raise her husband’s children to be great and the biological mother works hard to undermine every valuable lesson, and every effective tool, just because they are jealous, being a step mom becomes an intolerable position.

What this ex-wife doesn’t understand and may not grasp is that, she is trying to make life harder for a woman that she has to send her children to twice a month (let that sink in). That can be the dumbest move ever!!! However, many ex-wives or “baby mommas” don’t think about what’s best for the children. They only seem to think about what’s best for them.

….meanwhile in La La Land…

It’s like she uses her walks in my neighborhood to imagine herself as me, wishing she lived with my husband and that the two of them shared our home together. I bet she thought to herself, “so this is what it feels like to leave their house every day…” Psychotic at it’s best and another fucking distraction that we need to work through…

Ps…she didn’t return yesterday


People who know my husband and I, asks us all of the time, “How do the two of you make it work with him being a Jehovah’s Witness and you not being affiliated with any religion?” Sometimes people even ask me, “How do you do it? Especially with a Jehovah’s Witness? Don’t you miss Christmas? Don’t you miss birthdays? Aren’t you bored?”

I think people have their thoughts about religion, especially Jehovah’s Witnesses. When I tell people that my husband is a Jehovah’s Witness, I think they picture us as a couple going door-to-door, and me letting the years pass me by without joy. Not only is that vision wrong but my answer to all of those questions is “resect.” Respect is the way we get through most of our differences. In other words, we don’t expect each other to change or make one another feel bad about their lifestyle choices. Outside of that, I think it helps us that I don’t belong to a church and I am not affiliated with a religion. I was raised Baptist but when I became an adult, I decided that I just loved God and didn’t need to prove anything to anyone.

I’ve never been the type to tell a person, who they should love and how they should love the ones they choose. Afterall, they’re the ones who have to live with their choices, not me. When my husband told me that he was a Jehovah’s Witness, my response on the inside was, “Oh shit!! Does this mean I will never get a birthday shout out on Facebook? Or a surprise birthday dinner? He will never shower me with gifts on Christmas? We can’t cut the turkey together? Where is my Hallmark commercial?” However, on the outside, my response was, “That’s great. Don’t expect me to convert.” He made it very clear to me that, converting me was not his goal but leading me when it came to our responsibilities to “Jehovah” was definitely on the agenda.

I try not to make it a habit of saying, “no” to things I haven’t tried. Similarly, how could I say “No” to a man trying to lead me down a more righteous path? So, I agreed. To better understand your spouse or anyone for that matter, you must first put yourself in their shoes. I read the Watch Towers. I attended the meetings. I listened to the lessons and participated in Bible studies. I have yet to hear anything wrong. While, I truly believe the teachings are beneficial, I don’t wish to convert. My husband respects that. He doesn’t interfere with Thanksgiving. He doesn’t make me take down the tree. He doesn’t stop me from Christmas shopping and he doesn’t stop me from celebrating my most favorite of them all, my birthday!

In each marriage, couples must do what works for them. Not what their parents did, not what their best friends do but what works for the two people in the marriage. When there are differences in lifestyles, compromise and respect can take a marriage a long way. Getting to know more about Jehovah’s Witnesses, helped me understand why my husband doesn’t celebrate holidays. It also helped me have a better understanding of why he doesn’t partake in certain activities and why he makes the choices he does when it comes to conflict.  By the same token, he has spent a great deal of time with me, and understands that my desires to celebrate holidays and partake in certain activities are about my desires to enjoy life and nothing more. He’s never tried to change that. Over the past couple of years, my husband and I have learned to let one another be individuals. Yes, we are married and yes we are one but before there was an US, there was respect.

Next Up: I’m Stingy

Lifting Weights

“They” say the first 5-7 years of marriage are the hardest and I’m prone to believe it’s not just the first 5-7 years, it’s all of them. It seems like once a battle is won, here comes another and I think it’s due to growth. The problems in a marriage are like “lifting weights.” Initially, your muscles will feel pain because they aren’t use to the amount of weight used. At some point, your body will let you knows it’s time to increase the weights because the lifting becomes easier. With that being said, dealing with my husband’s ex spouse became easier after a while and it wasn’t because she suddenly stopped bothering us. Nope! She actually was like that villain in a horror film that just wouldn’t die. However, dealing with her became easier for us because we kept “lifting the weights.” 

I hate to admit it but she went on harassing us for almost two years and it’s like, nothing helped. We ignored her, she got louder; we changed our phone numbers, she harrassed us via email, she used the kids in any way she could with these “magnified” emergencies, poor parenting, manipulation, etc…you name it, she pulled it! 

It took for us to get out of our emotions about it and get smarter. We had to realize that her goal was nothing more than to split us up. She was clearly angry with my husband for whatever happened between them during their time together. Instead of him suffering for it, he had the nerve to move on and get a major upgrade. How dare he? Yeah, I guess I would’ve been “salty” too. However, NO ONE would’ve known it. (Side note: I wouldn’t have been salty for real…my pride doesn’t work that way)

The worst thing a woman can ever do is let another woman know she’s losing it because no matter how well she gets, she will always be the woman who “lost” it.  It was very obvious that I was collateral damage. No matter who my husband moved on with, this process was bound to happen. So, we stopped fighting each other and fought the problem. 

In the process of being harassed, as hard as it was, I kept calm. I utilized my support systems and kept my words to myself. When she called my phone, I didn’t answer. When she text or emailed, I didn’t respond. When she sent messages or friend requests on social media, I ignored her. Each time I was bothered, I documented it and kept record. I realize she wanted a fight. She wanted me to assault her so I could lose everything I worked hard for. In her mind, she was the victim and needed everyone to believe it. I, on the other hand was about to give her a different-kind-of-fight. I eventually filed police reports, built a case against her and took her ass to civil court. She didn’t expect “my kind of crazy…” The money she spent being tied up in court seemed to exhaust her but I was ready to suck her financially dry and I was in it until the end. Meanwhile, my husband still had to do his part because the real game changer was him. 

It was very hard for my husband to set boundaries in a way that was effective but if he wanted respect for himself and his marriage, he had to do it. Since she seemed to work non-stop using the kids as a tool to control him and his time, he humbly took a break from his visitation. This was very hard for him because he truly loves his children. 

However, it proved necessary. For some odd reason, “baby mommas” seem to have the utmost respect and need for “deadbeat dads.” The mom’s seem to behave better and they beg and plead for the slightest interaction between the “deadbeat” and the child. However, when there is a good- active father involved, the mom’s seem to be quite the opposite. They “play games” with visitation, threaten to take the child away, slander the father’s name and sometimes demand more money for child support. The “shit” is very backwards to me, but this was our reality. 

My husband decided it was time for her to be a single mother. With his actions, he made it very clear to her that our marriage came first. The children were no longer a tool because he didn’t allow them to be. He cut back tremendously and began to invest more time with me, on Honeymoon Blvd. We needed the time considering we lost so much being distracted by the drama. 

I assume being a single mother of three children and spending money in court was no fun because she began to calm her ass down. I thought I’d never see the day. Y’all should’ve seen my “Dougie.” 

When the children resumed visitation, we made it very clear to them that he and I were a team and nothing that goes against the culture of our household or marriage was welcomed. They responded well and together, we conquered the distraction…


Have you ever noticed that things can be going very well for you, then all of a sudden, they take a wrong turn? That’s because all that is good has God’s stamp on it and who hates God’s triumphs more than anything? Satan! Satan doesn’t win when things are going well, especially with God’s greatest triumph called marriage.

I think many people are led to believe that marriage is bad because there are many unfair things that take place in it: Adultery, divorce, hurt, pain, anger…but the truth of it is, while those things are very real, they are all distractions. A distraction can be anything that Satan uses to destroy your marriage. They can be ex-spouses, family members, your children (yes Satan uses them too), finances, friends, your job, etc. Distractions are not of God. They never have been and they never will be but when we give into them, we are convinced that they are apart of who we are and we need them to get by. Distractions are like symptoms of a cold. You sneeze, you cough, you may get a fever but all in all, it is still a cold. We treat those symptoms in order to get better, right? Therefore, we must do the same in our marriage with distractions.

No marriage is the same. However, every marriage has their theme of distractions. One marriage may have the distraction of a selfish or a controlling spouse. Another marriage may have the distraction of a spouse who works too much or one that doesn’t work at all. There are quite a few marriages that have all of the above but either way, your goal should be to get rid of the distractions together.

Take my husband and I for an example, our biggest distraction was his ex- spouse. She made it her business to ruin whatever God put down in our marriage. I’d have to give it to him, Satan used her well.

Initially, I took on the task of step-mom with a smile. The children enjoyed spending time with me and I enjoyed them. Unfortunately, that turned around real quick. I was accused of having an unsafe home, accused of being inappropriate with her children, they were told not to listen to me or follow my rules and it seemed like everyone in the world was reminded, everyday that I wasn’t their mother. Clearly DNA could prove that but that wasn’t enough. On visits, the children told us they were spanked and/or threatened if they even mentioned my name or eluded to the fact that they liked me. It was sad and I was stuck. I didn’t know how to react. No one ever disliked me like that, especially someone I didn’t know and never did anything to. I was confused. I often asked the question, “How could a woman be this upset with someone who is trying to help her raise her kids?” Shouldn’t she be grateful? Will I ever get a damn “Thank you?” Part of me wanted to whoop her ass and another part of me wanted to leave my marriage. I told myself, “This shit is too much and baby momma drama is beneath me. I run a private practice and waaaaay to fly and classy to be attached to some ghetto shit like this…”

For a very long time, I was angry with my husband because he was slow to “check” her. It seemed he was afraid to do or say anything at the risk of not seeing his children or not having the bond with them he prayed for. A big part of him seemed to be parenting out of guilt and avoidance. I think he felt guilty for not being in the home with his children and having happiness with his new life. He surely didn’t want to spend the scheduled time he had with them focusing on her. I get that now but at the time, avoidance wasn’t working and all I could think about was, “What about my feelings?” Something needed to change. With prayer, forgiveness, patience and determination, together we conquered that distraction…

Keep following and I will tell you how…

Honeymoon Blvd

It is never my goal to give anyone the idea that “because marriage is hard work, there won’t be any fun.” Actually, marriage can be a lot of fun. As a woman who takes business very seriously, it is my motto that “if you work hard, you should play hard” and, “oh boy” do my husband and I play hard!! In fact, our time alone is the absolute best. While we didn’t have an official honeymoon, we made due with whatever time we had. Our wedding in and of itself felt like a honeymoon. We were married privately and we shared it with very few people.  What others thought was our engagement party, turned out to be our reception. We announced our marital status to the world, in a slideshow. It was actually quite exciting. While it wasn’t our intention to leave anyone out of our important day, we wanted it to be about us. If you’ve ever been engaged or even in a serious relationship, you will find that people have a way of giving unsolicited advice and we didn’t want to hear it. Most importantly, we didn’t need anyone standing up in the back of the room singing, Vesta’s, “Congratulations.”

Investing in your marriage with quality time is the best thing you can do to protect it from outside distractions and challenging circumstances. My husband and I love to hang out with one another, whether it be a movie, dinner, adult game nights with other loved ones, couples’ trips or flirting with each other at the local lounge like strangers, we do it!! We make it our business to make love on a regular basis. We take on new experiences together, this includes traveling to places we’ve never been before or me, singing a karaoke song, I have yet to serenade him with. If there are fears, we talk about them. If there is something to laugh at, we share it. If he wants to share the Watchtower, I read it. While it is not always easy, we make it a priority to be friends.

I know it sounds cliché to say, “communication is the best thing for any relationship” but it truly is. Communication is actually the most productive way to stay on Honeymoon Blvd. There are two parts to communication: speaking and listening. That latter part is crucial because we all know that when we “feel” some kind of way, listening goes out the window. Needless to say, my husband and I  listen a lot better to one another when things between us are good. When we are happy and meeting each other’s emotional needs, this marriage feels like a breeze; Our responses to each other be like, “Sure babe; Ok sweetie; Yes darling; Hey boo..” Now, let either one of our emotional tanks be on E, you might walk in our house and hear, “What?” or “Yeah, Ok…or his favorite line,  “I heard you, bean-head-little girl!” Either way, the most important thing is getting back on track. My husband insists that we go out together even when we don’t like one another. We aren’t allowed to cancel events just because we’re not getting along. I hate it sometimes but he actually does a great job at ignoring my attitudes. While, I’m not sure how I feel about that yet, I do know that by the end of the night we are fine. I can honestly say, I didn’t expect to have honeymoons regularly. I’ve learned to let them take place on a continuum. I’ve realized that the longer he and I go without our honeymoons, the easier it is to grow apart. I don’t think I want that to happen.

Next Stop…Distractions

“I Do”

Saying, “I Do” means, you’ve made the commitment to God, your partner and everyone watching to give yourself to someone, for better or for worse,  in sickness and in health, ’til death do the two of you part. Oh really??? Sounds better on paper doesn’t it? Hell, it even sounds great rolling off my lips but lets talk about the reality of “I Do.”

When my husband and I got married, we had only known each other for 8 months. Some would argue that we didn’t know each other at all or that the two of us didn’t give the relationship enough time and with those people, I’d have to disagree. What I knew about my husband was more than enough needed to say, “I Do.” I knew what I went through in the past. I knew what I didn’t want. I knew what I needed from him to feel more secure with myself and in the relationship and he did well at providing it. I also knew that if we didn’t marry each other, we’d both be passing up great opportunities. My husband has a great heart. He is a hard worker and what made me fall for him most was, he demonstrated great efforts to maintain his relationships with God, his family and his children. What I didn’t expect was that the same things that made me love him most, would be the same things that made want to rip his eyes out.

See, if you’re “text book” married, then you’re two steps ahead of folks like me, who apparently, likes all things difficult. It’s ideal and wonderful to marry a spouse with no baggage or deviations from the norm. The two of you don’t have any children from previous relationships and you’ve done well saving yourself for that one person.  The two of you live similar lifestyles and have similar personalities. You both fold your towels going in the same direction, laugh at the same jokes and ultimately, get angry about the same things. Well, good for you and I’m officially a “hater” because that is not our story.

We both have children from previous marriages. He is a Jehovah’s Witness and I don’t practice a religion at all. I am a believer and I try to live right but that’s about as far as it goes.  My husband is very close to his family. I, on the other hand, broke ties with my family 19 years ago.  My husband is calm. Me…not so much. My children are calm, his…not so much. Happily ever after isn’t the only thing we say, “I Do” to. There are so many unwritten parts that can and will come into play. However, we don’t realize it or even consider it, until we are “deep” in the marriage.

I don’t know about the rest of you but I said, “I Do” to all the positive ways my husband made me feel. Who knew that he would one day truly piss me off? I said, “I do” to things I could see play out. Who knew that some things would happen that I just didn’t see coming or had no control over?  I said, “I do” to helping out, being a partner, growing together…who knew that one day, things would be all on me? I truly enjoy being the only woman in the household. What’s mine is mine, right? Who knew that I’d look up one day and realize that I’m sharing my $15 shampoo because he suddenly wants a healthy scalp? I don’t eat sweets often but when I decide to, who knew it had to be eaten in 12 hours or less to prove that I really wanted it? So many times, I’ve thought to myself,  “I did not sign up for this…” but yes, yes, I did. It’s called marriage…

Let’s go!!


He Proprosed

When a person is in a relationship, he or she tends to evaluate how things are going or at least, they should. It’s normal to think about how we feel when we’re with that person, how much time we’ve invested and most importantly, we ask ourselves, “do we want the same things?” My husband and I knew we wanted each other. We cared very deeply for one another. The chemistry between us, was undeniable. He and I both enjoyed our time together, and we knew that we wanted the same thing…marriage. So, when he proposed, I wasn’t surprised. I knew it was coming, I just didn’t know when.

Unlike many married women, I didn’t have a fancy proposal. I rolled over one morning, softly awakened by the scent of him leaving for work. My natural curls were all over my head, wearing only a tank top and underwear, morning breath on foul yet there he was…on my side of the bed, on one knee, asking me to be his wife. He gave me a speech about how I’m the most beautiful when I wake up and he wanted to have that view every morning for the rest of his life. Some of you are reading this and probably thinking, “Awww, how sweet.” Yes, it was sweet and I gladly accepted. However, the expectations I had were on the inside shouting, “How dare you propose to me while I am ugly?” I wanted to be beautiful for this moment. I wanted to wear the fittest midi length dress with the “dopest” heels and be surrounded by all of my friends and loved ones as they cried with joy and admiration. Yeah, it didn’t go down like that. In fact, it went down exactly the way God intended it to: an intimate moment between the two of us. He kissed me, and the engagement ring is on my finger now. The moment ended and reality prevailed. He had to leave for work but he assured me that he would return and I could spend the rest of my day, sharing with my friends and loved ones, my awesome news.

Yes!!! I am getting married but in my mind, I’m thinking, “What am I supposed to share?” Do I tell my girls that I was proposed to at 7am in the morning with morning breath and now he’s off to work? Do I convince them that this man is “it” as they roll their eyes at me on the other end of the phone, thinking, “Here this bitch go again…another husband!”  While this was not my first walk down the aisle, it was my first that wasn’t due to “circumstances.” This one, was for love. It was the marriage that I expected to be “easy-breezy.” The one I expected would be all that I hoped it would be because both of us were married before. Similarly, I spent years, counseling other couples so we had all the answers, right? Wrong!!

No matter how many times a person has been married, no matter how compatible two people are, marriage is still a learning process. There will be things that come up that the two of you didn’t “sign up” for. There will be things you thought you knew or were sure about prior to saying, “I Do” but marriage has a way of making you question all of that. This blog will take you through both the expected and the unexpected and how I coped with all of it. I’ve had to take the good with the bad and change the expectations of how I thought marriage should go, starting with his proposal.

I hate to admit it but it took me a long time to appreciate the type of proposal I had. I didn’t see the beauty in it. I didn’t see the metaphor until a friend of mine said to me, “Nya, that’s what marriage is. It’s ugly, it’s stripped, it’s natural which in turn, makes it beautiful.” She was right. I work in a career in which I have to see the world through the eyes of my clients otherwise, I can’t help them.  However, it didn’t dawn on me that I have to do the same in my marriage if I want it to grow. I needed to see me through the eyes of my husband. He loves me in my most purest form. He stares at me when I’m just walking around the house. He wants to kiss me first thing in the morning, and I’m like, “Nooooo, I haven’t brushed yet…” I’m learning that not seeing myself the way he does causes unnecessary stress.  Before I react to something, I have to ask myself, “will my reaction make things better for me or us?” And if I decide that it’s my gratification I’m after, then I must redirect my thinking so that he and I both can win.

Stay tuned…

The Unexpected

Marriage is a beautiful thing. However, it can also be a challenge. Like everything else we accomplish in life, our support system is critical to the success of it. It is imperative to surround yourself with people who will “clap for you,” cheer you on, visit you and never tell you to give up on your marriage. In my previous marriage, my ex-husband and I were tested in ways unimaginable. If you’ve ever shared any ounce of your relationship woes with a family member or a friend, you may get feedback like, “You knew what you were getting into when you got with him/her.” Truth of the matter is, you probably didn’t. You knew what you expected. None of us know what we’re getting into until we’re actually in it. It’s like buying a house, the walkthrough is always nice but after moving in, you will become very familiar with it’s sounds, the neighborhood and all that comes with it. When I started this blog, I was married. My marriage came to an end fall 2019. However, my vision, expertise, or “know hows” hasn’t changed. My ex-husband and I made it beyond the walkthrough. While we didn’t make it to the finish line, I learned great lessons along the way. Let me share some of those with you…(posts are best followed from reading earliest to most recent)