Tritedotcom is looking for your love letters.
But this will do in the meanwhile. Rushing to marry for love is romantic in action and in idea but after the excitement of
wedding plans and mother-in-laws and showers have faded, the essence of what you have
told God you would do faces you every morning. And as far as insults and broken
promises go, most folks choose not to anger God. But what did you tell Him you would
do? (You can cry now, if you like.)
If you took the traditional route, you told Him you would love honor and obey your
husband or cherish and take care of your wife. And remember this: You promised not
only your mate you would do this but you also told God you would be responsible for
your actions. Then, you spent a great deal of money letting all of your friends and family
know what youve promised to do. Even if you made up your own vows, contractually
speaking, youre still telling a whole lot of people what you plan to do with the Mr. or
Mrs. for the rest of your natural born lives. Romance, this is not. Its hard work every
day-- excluding whatever career youve welded yourself to--thats your second
commitment. We normally dont go to such extremes to make, let alone follow through
on promises of this sort but for the sake of laying claim to your mates success and
failures, we do. And, all for the sake of love.
Marriage and a career. I remember perfume commercials touting that women could not
only fry bacon every morning for breakfast but also work 40 hours or more a week and
never let him for get hes a man. Thats the spin society put on that idiotic idea and at the
age of 12, I was spun. Hey, my defenses were down, so I grew up believing that its
possible to live a successful and fulfilling live with at least three jobs: Marriage, Career,
and Housewife. The Superwoman myth. But even considering modern arrangements,
Superman might need a spa vacation every once and a while.
Remember the first time someone at work asked you to participate in a non-work,
non-essential activity like help organize a birthday party or an office function. Now think
about the third and fifth times you were approached to do the same thing. Pissed you off a
little, didnt it? So why do we end up promising the world we will be Superwoman and
Superman for the rest of our natural lives? Why over-commit? Rare is the 50/50,
relationship, ask around--I dare you. Oh-yeah, make sure theyll tell the truth about it.
Lies about what life is and supposed to be about have created enough havoc over the last
century.
Anita Baker, the Songstress herself, put it best with My Momma (Never) Told Me. Its
a woeful song about how a womans emotional self and her chronological self meld after
realizing there is no prince coming to sweep her up out of the chaotic little world she has
created for herself.
For those of us who are more inclined to couple rather than to remain single, we are led to
believe if we land the person who readies the carriage for the prince or the queen, we are
ahead of the game. Besides, who wants to be married to a prince or a queen. The last
princess I heard of ended up divorcing her prince after several well-publicized affairs--on
both ends. So just like my 1990 Pontiac Bonneville, even royal marriages need constant
repair.
Bt if it were not for love, I dont think I would bother to fix the Bonneville. And it refuses
to love me back. Were not married and it always wants more so it always gets more.
Right now, I need it so, I consider how much farther can I or will go for someone who
loves me back at least three-quarters of the time. Oh yeah, the self help book I was
reading told me that I can be my own best friend and that I dont need anyone else. I
stopped reading that book because the author was glowing with the look of love and
reportedly had met a man some years younger than herself and was enjoying every
minute of it. After examining the book jacket, I noticed she had even gotten a new hair
do. Hmmm. Matter of fact, since the success of her book, Im sure her live was filling up
more and more with new and exciting events. And money. Ahh love. See, this is why tritedotcom prefers love letters. TRITE REVIEW
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