My landlady and her husband were married forever and a day. I know she's 71 and he's older. She told me a few years that they got married when she was in her twenties. They both seem like really chill, sweet old people and I love seeing old black couples.
I saw her today to give her my rent check and asked about him. I haven't seen him in maybe 8 months and real talk he's old. He used to sit on the stoop every Saturday to listen to young people's problems and give advice. This sweet old Jamaican lady starts cussing his name and the day he was born, calling him every bumbaclot/rastaclat/coochiehole under the sun. I'm standing there like
damn, sorry I said anything. She said that he was cheating with four different women, and two of them went to school with their grandchildren. I don't know if they really went to school with them or if she was just saying they were real young but I'm 27 and I went to school with two of their grandchildren
She threw him out in the middle of the night.
To make it even worse, he was stealing money from her and took money from her "rainy day" account.
How somebody can be so dirty after 50 years with someone he "loved" is crazy to me. They seemed like a happy husband and wife so you just never really know.
My dad left my mom two months after my 11-year-old brother passed away from neuroblastoma and we didn't see him for years. She still can't find him to get a divorce smh
Does anybody ever feel like marriage just isn't worth it?