What Are Dre & Bow Fighting About On ‘Black-ish’?

So, as the title infers, I watch Black-ish, son. Now, I may not be as caught up as my wife, but I get my chuckles here and there, man. Anyway, over the past few episodes, shit has gotten real, fam. Basically, Dre and Bow are on the verge of a divorce, bruh. All I know is, as I’ve watched the last few episodes, I keep asking myself the same question: what the fuck are they fighting about? In my eyes, their relationship is failing for the same reason a lot of relationships fail: who the fuck knows?

Ok, allow me to keep it a buck for a second, son. Now, I’ve been in a relationship for almost ten years. In addition, I’ve been married for over a year. In any case, at times, my wife does shit that annoys me. For example, she’s always mooching off of my food without permission. Needless to say, I’m SERIOUS about my grub, folks. Side note, hey, babe, don’t hit me. This is all entertainment. Ok, love you, bye. Moving on, she hates it when I walk through the house with shoes on. Essentially, there will always be little things that annoy us about our significant others. By and by, the goal is to never let those small disagreements get in the way of love.

Now, Dre and Bow seem to have passed that point, man. Look, after twenty years of marriage, every problem is exacerbated. Real talk, it appears that every slight issue they have with each other has avalanched into something that’s bigger than it needs to be. All I can say is, it’s amazing how many real-life unions falter for the same reasons, fam. Ok, yes, a number of people break up over money issues and infidelity. However, a lot of people also break up over bullshit, bruh. I mean, that’s why “irreconcilable differences” are grounds for a divorce. Shit, folks reach a point where they don’t even know what they’re beefing about and just call it quits.

In the end, I think this fictional story is a perfect example of how NOT to conduct a relationship. Ultimately, before blowing up a life together, at least figure out what the real fucking problem is, son. By and by, I’m no relationship expert, but I’ll be damned if I don’t have an answer for the “how did we get here” question. At the end of the day, I have NO intention of getting a divorce, man. Hell, my life is great. But, God forbid if it ever happened, at least I’d like to have a clear picture of why, fam. That is all. LC out.

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