Marriage Is Simple

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I’m definitely trolling with the title. Like, I’m sure some people are going to read it and think “this dude is pandering and doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” In actuality, I know exactly where I’m going with this, man. The fact of the matter is, marriage can be simple in concept and extremely difficult in execution. With all of that being said, in celebration of my wedding anniversary, I’d like to explain how one basic idea has helped me along this journey.

Now, at this point, my wife and I have been married for four years and together for nearly 13 years. Needless to say, we’ve had our fair share of disagreements. Anyway, during my early 20’s, I was very wrapped up in being “right.” If we were having an argument, I was determined to highlight the logic behind my point. For further context, this was an issue that I had even prior to dating my wife. However, over time, I’ve learned to change my approach. To be fair, my wife and I still have our squabbles, but the trajectory is different. While we still try to get our points across, we simultaneously try to empathize with the other person. Frankly, that’s the only real way to come to a resolution.

Real talk, in the heat of an argument, I’m not going to pretend like we’re automatically in tune with the other person’s mindset. But, we also take the time to step away from one another and ruminate on what was said. It’s during these times that we’re able to see where the other person is coming from. From there, when we reconvene, we can express our feelings in a more constructive manner. Our communication is more fleshed out and we can reach a better level of understanding. All in all, issues don’t fester for long periods of time because we make sure to circle back around and reach middle ground.

In the end, my message is simple, brethren: empathy is the key. Ultimately, communication is only half of the battle. By and by, people can talk until they’re blue in the face, but if your significant other isn’t internalizing what’s being said, then it doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, empathy is easy and difficult at the same time. It’s a constant process and needs continual mastering. So, get to it, son. That is all. LC out.

My Long Overdue Wedding

So, my voyage to marriage has been a random one, son. I mean, technically, I’ve been married for over a year, man. However; my wife and I just had our official wedding less than a week ago. All I know is, as unpredictable as my love life has been, everything has ultimately worked out for the best.

Ok, before I talk about the actual wedding, allow me to tell a quick story. Essentially, I’ve done this entire adult thing backwards, fam. Now, let’s see if folks can follow my fuzzy math, bruh. So, I have a 7-year-old son, a 4-year-old son, I’ve been married for over a year and I just had a wedding over the weekend. Confused yet? Ok, good. Anyway, I swear my entire journey to marriage has been some “Opposite Day” shit, son. Listen, I started with the kids and ended with the vows. But, regardless of how long it took, I’m just happy that my wife finally got the wedding that she deserved, man.

Now, when it comes to the ceremony itself, let’s just say it took A LOT of hard work, and money, fam. With that being said, I’d like to give our wedding planner, Fallon Carter, a HUGE shout-out, bruh! Hell, putting together a destination wedding is some wild shit, son. In addition, making sure all of our guests actually made it to Saint Kitts and Nevis is even wilder, man. All I know is, folks haven’t lived until they need to take a high-speed boat across the ocean in the dead of night (word to Tony). All in all, I can’t thank our friends and family enough for making this trip, people.

Anyway, when it came to the big day, I must say that everything went according to plan. Now, outside of the fact that I almost put our dance floor builder on the torture rack, the day was perfect, fam. First, my wife and I said our vows in between an assortment of palm trees. Next, we had our reception on the beach with tables, chairs, a dance floor and a tiki bar set up on the sand. Listen, the whole shit was swag personified, bruh. On top of that, we had 45 of our closest family members and friends help us celebrate. Look, I put up a good front, but the whole shit was emotional for me, son. Shit, I really couldn’t have asked for more, man.

In the end, I’m pissed as hell that I’m back in New York right now, fam. Ultimately, peacoats aren’t the wave when I was just sitting by the ocean drinking rum punch, bruh. Side note, my boy BK is banned from drinking anymore Killer Bee‘s, folks. Yeah, he knows why. In any case, although it took forever, my wife and I finally commemorated our union in the correct way. At the end of the day, everything happens in the right time, son. By and by, I love you, Triciah Charles. That is all. LC out.