Well they have been at it again. But it is getting worse..It is getting physical. This time she was beating the dude all around the knee and thigh area with their vacuum. Yep....You heard me....The gatdamn vacuum. All because their oldest daughter skipped school yesterday.
The dude limped his poor ass over to my crib barely able to walk. His face was scratched up and his lip was swollen. Again he swore that this was it and he was leaving.
Well I invited him in,offered him a beer and we went up to my den to talk. He said his peace and I took a deep breath and this is what I told him......
'Dude...you can't keep living like this. Every other day you are telling either me or Tommy...(our other neighbor) about some shit that you and this woman have done. And it's getting worse..You have kids man. This is not good for them to see. Your daughters are going to think that this type of shit is normal and their relationships are going to be as fucked up as yours. Now the way I see it you got 2 choices...you can stay or you can leave. If you stay then you need to stop complaining because it is obvious that you like her bullshit. Now if you decide to leave and I am not telling you to leave your home and your kids, then you need to grab your balls and do that shit. Either way I cannot tell you what to do. But I do know that somehow this bullshit here has to stop.'
Of course he agreed with me as he always does. We talked a little longer, drank a few more beers along with a few shots of Jim Bean and he went back to his house.
Now my question is this.....
Is it love? Necessity? Sex? The kids? Stupidity? Or do they just like drama?
I know good and damned well that I
Black men have hell in this world as it is. We not only have to put up with all the bullshit that this country throws at us on a daily basis, but to have to come home to a war zone on top of it all?
Strokes, Heart Attacks, High Blood Pressure and overall bad health is dropping us like flies. A man's home is supposed to be his fortress of solitude. A place where he can leave all the pressures of everyday 'Blackman's life in America' on the doorstep. A place to relax, unwind and recuperate.
This is that bullshit son.
Now I only hear his side of this mess. I am pretty sure that his wife would tell me about what he be doing if I were to talk to her. I am pretty sure that he is just as fucked up as he says she is. One person cannot fight all by themselves.
This shit here?
This shit right here?
This shit cannot be healthy son. Not in the least bit.
Why would any person want to kill themselves slow?