RELATIONSHIPS & ADVICE
JUNE 2020 | VOLUME 1 | ISSUE 2
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DEAR GEE
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amily, I need to throw up a few prayers of forgiveness as this year marks my eighth year— remember, eight is the number of new beginnings—from being literally kicked out of my first and only marriage:
I Married the Devil Incarnate! As I was attending a funeral and literally
God, I know you hate divorce, but all I have to say to that is: Please forgive me because know I shouldn’t have married that man!
walking away from the gravesite (Funeral,
Forgive me because I didn’t heed the warnings.
cemetery, and gravesite should have been my
Forgive me because I didn’t pray on it as I should have.
first warnings.) my sister says to me, “that
Forgive me because I didn’t listen to those family elders who told me a thing or two about why I shouldn’t go through with it.
man over there is going to be your husband.”
Forgive me because I didn’t listen to that little voice inside of me screaming: No Gee! Girl, don’t you do it. Don’t you do it!
Perplexed. I looked over at the man, then back at my sister, then back over at the man and thought to myself: No, I do not think that’s what the Lord has in mind for me! Well, longstory-short, "the man over there" and me got married. And, family, hear me when I tell you this! As soon as the ring hit my finger I knew I had married the devil incarnate.
Further clouding my better judgment was the fact that I was looking for a life-partner late in life; constantly thinking that my time was running out and needing to act fast before it was really too late. Long-story-short, I married this man late in life because I was focused on my career and wanted to take my time living—living life to the fullest as they say. Well, as I was living, the clock ticked and tocked and I was an “Old Maid” before I knew it; having to face the stark reality of living alone, becoming content with settling into a comfortable life with me, myself, and I. However, after the death of both parents (I had moved back home to take care of them and decided to stay in our small Southern town of no more than 3,000.) and no children of my 32/ 0 4 6
