I have a cousin who has been with the same man for 30 years. Their marriage wasn't supposed to last.
30 years, five children later, it felt good to call her home and have her husband answer and have him hand her the phone, for she lay right next to him.
She didn't complain, she didn't whine, as a matter of fact she was jovial and laughing and seemed happy. I am happy for her.
She was surprised to learn I remembered the drama surrounding her decision to leave a man the family approved of, for one they did not. It was quite intriguing, to say the least.
Their union, the decision to fight against all naysayers and the odds, to be together, has manifested itself in a 30 year long journey they have been able to share together and maybe even one day with the world.
The world needs more black on black love stories.
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