How difficult is it for men... African men...to understand? I was not desperate to get married when I met you. I just wasn't. I really didn't care for it, and in fact, happened to be extremely wary of it. I don't know one married man that hasn't cheated. Not even my dad. That sort of thing tends to scar one. And yet, here I am falling into the into the typical. I'm now in step with the norm. How many times did I discuss the fear of what I look at as a "loss of self" and "lack of outlet" that is the bane of most married African womens' lives? (First I am Mrs O, then I'm Mo's mum. WTFlaminF???) And you pretended to care and understand. I couldn't care less if I tried anymore. If you cannot see that I am vastly different from the myriad of African women, then seriously, we've got a problem Houston.
I don't want your friends, I want mine. I don't want your life, I want mine. I don't ewant your ideas, I want mine. I don't want your money, I want mine. I want to be known as and recognized for being me. Not your wife. Where's MY individuality?
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