I was sitting down writing out the guest list to my belated Wedding. Making sure I had less than a million people on my side and at least ten people on his. When I realize that some key people were not going to be at my wedding. My Husband who has heard me talk about the one and the same key people was even looking forward to meeting say key people.
Wow a moment in time were I’m racing toward destiny, and in that one moment of time I will feel…. Okay now that I gotten the Whitney complex over with back to business.
Yes I know you can see where my mind is, so at this point I was upset. Mainly because my husband wanted to be giving a fare chance at winning the same people respect and love.
The number one reason that was given for not being able to attend was he is African. Wow to my surprise I didn’t know he was African. What gave him away his accent or the fact I told you guys? I’m going to have rethink my Facebook status. From engaged to it’s complicated. While I’m at it I’ll also put my living location on Mars and my job as future president of USA. It could happen.
In my mind the world has no discrimination at least not in my house. So the open hostile environment in which I dwell was very surprising. A little background info on myself is that I’ve dated many nations. My very first love was the white Micheal Jackson. What?!! But that is neither here not there.
So it was time to addressed the elephant in the room. “My husband is…. African.” The fact that I have this blog and a Instagram account name after my married name should have clued you in. Or at least the short version of my married name with respect to my husband. I’m not going to be a apologetic about this with anyone. The fact that some people still can not accept our relationship is not our problem.
I had close friends explain to me that they’re unable to attend because they feel he’s using me. Wow a beautiful, intelligent, very creative being; who can not distinguish the different between acting in love like a movie and feeling love surrounding, holding you like truth feelings to be with someone. The fact that I also had family members to react the same way was very unforgiving. (To give family credit not that they deserve it but they did eventually come around. They have seen me broken after a lot of those relationship so it was just a matter of time they would understand.)
On the day I explained to my husband about the situation he was not very surprised. He just stated that he would meet them another time. If you guy know me, in which I believe you will thought my writing, you’ll understand that I could not let this go. I got mad, I got upset, I brought a Louis Vuitton Purse in which I later return retail shopping is the enemy. I could not get around or away from what I felt.
Finally my husband sit me down and stated that I should stop being upset. His exact words were “Katenna what is this going to accomplish. Are they paying your bill? Will they pay for the wedding? Can they take care of you? If no then please stop this, let this go it does not do anything for you.” (In my husband Nigerian African voice) End scene
So really after driving him crazy with all my complaining. What! You guy should know by now my life is an airport duh. I took his advice. Beside he was paying for most of the wedding. But I wonder if I can go back for the Louis Vuitton purse when he’s not looking. Well maybe as a wedding gift to myself.