Dealbreakers

In college, I remember telling my best friend at the time that a. I didn’t want to get married till I was at least 30, and b. I didn’t want any kids till I was at least 35. My best friend was the exact opposite of me, though, and seemed to be that rare brotha “in love with being in love”. Time passes on, and as I sow my oats in college, as any smart, on-the-rise brotha would, my boy wound up getting caught up in love with a girl he met while in GA. She was a beautiful girl, 20 years old, and had a 3 year old son from a prior relationship. My boy was a ball player, and on scholarship at the time playing baseball. A free ride in school, and all the women he could want, but he just knew this girl was the one. At the age of 21, entering his junior year, he got married. While I was happy for him, I remember the words I told him like it was yesterday before he walked down the aisle, “Make sure you are ready to be hubby AND daddy”. [click to continue…]

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