This is my last time!…. saying this on my blog!
“Stop telling me the only reason my husband married me is because he wants his papers and he going to leave me.”
I love each and everyone of my followers. But I know I have some backward followers. The Friends that read this blog but is only here for the gossip. The People who wants to know everything about my life because they want to talk about me later. The Enemies that never liked me from the start but reads my blog anyway. Thank you, I love that you support me. Keep up the good work.
This blog is not for you. You are a faithful member of the Airport and we appreciate you so carry on.
This is for the people that walks up to me and out right tell me that, “He is using you and he will leave you. I know this because I’m psychic.” Let their mouth flow like a river running deep. And they make sure when it flow they’re surrounded by everyone so they could hear every word.
Give or take a word or two or three or maybe the total ending, this is what I put up with from some people.
I’m just saying what I feel they should end with as they tell me my future. No man/woman knows my personal relationship with my husband. Years from now if I was to see the same people that keep predicting my marriage will fail. And I’m still married to my now husband with two kids and our life is good. What will you say then? Oh well he’s with you for something else. You may not trust my husband but I’m the one that’s married him.
My problem is that no one would want someone to do that to them, so why does people feel the need to do it to me? Am I so lacking in comment sense? Are you my parent and you feel the need to protect me? Are you a psychic and your telling me my future? What if I told you that your spouse only wants you for his or her papers or money?
I have a feeling you would be upset, but no I would never be so rude to someone else. Or be in their business like that in the first place. I am one of those people that’s rare in this society I mind my own business even if you asks my opinion. I believe that once a man and a wife is put to together, everything that they do in their marriage is completely their business.
I wish that once I tell you I love my husband you feel the need to stop pressing your opinion. I’m very open with people I’ll tell you to mind your own business directly. I’m not nice about saying “I love my husband and the reason he married me is so he can stay in America but to be with me. So if he need his papers to do that then we will have to get him his papers. So you shouldn’t worrying about what doesn’t concern you.”
Again I try to be nice with some people and it just doesn’t work.
I know everyone is wondering what my husband had to say about this and I will tell you. Unfortunately my husband has nothing to say on the matter. He not even tired of hearing about it because my husband doesn’t care. He really feel I shouldn’t get upset about what others say about us. But I don’t care what people say behind our back or even in front of me. I’m just upset that it’s some of the same people that keep approaching me saying the same things. As if they didn’t understand me as if they speak Spanish and I’m speaking English.
I keep wondering when you would take the hint and leave it alone. Or keep it to yourselves. So please pass this public announcement on to anyone that has stated they told me this. I feel so tired and faint I may have to let my husband take me to the mall to help me. It could happen. I’ll tell you about it next time. Lol…..
“Alright class to day we are discussing Herd in the animal kingdom.”
“But teacher is this a blog, and not a classroom.”
“That’s right Timmy, now students take your seat. Herd is define as a large group of animals, especially hoofed mammals, that live, feed, or migrate together or are kept together as livestock.”
So I’m becoming apart of the herd. I’ve moved the airport around my husband African family. Which consist of a whole country. I didn’t know Africans had such a large extended family. From uncles to aunts and everything in between my husband family is a never ending concession line. Coming from a person with seven brothers and sisters and I’m also an islander, that’s saying a lot.
As I write this I realize that I have change. Yes me the airport is moving into cultural territory. Over the region of Africa that is still unknown to me. I’ve become apart of the herd. So much so that as we speak I’m having outfits make in African fabrics and watching traditional African wedding on Youtube. Which by the way is so beautiful. I’m listen to African Artist of both traditional and modern music. Side note favors right now are Mr.Eazi and Tiwa Savage. And don’t forget the C grade African movies that I’m watching via Netflix.
So like every good African wife, I’m learning to cook my husband favorite African dishes. Things like coconut rice, strews, and different breakfasts. This is still a work in progress. Give me another couple of weeks or months to try cooking like his mother.
I didn’t know I was changing until family, friend, and co-workers started point out all the things I hadn’t notice myself. To me I was just embracing my husband family and friends. Again my relationship with my husband has many dimensions. And with this he is also changing.
This led me to asked my husband if he wanted me to be more African so I’ll be better accepted by his family. “Why would my family care if you’er more African. I love you. They love you. And if I wanted you to be African I would have married an African girl.” That made my day let me tell you guys. I realize that even thought my husband never talk about it, me not being African was still playing a major part in my head.
You never know what insecurities your going to face when your life is an airport. I mean up until he stated that I believe I couldn’t live up to an African woman for him. That just goes to show you that airport living is not always bad. So me wanting African clothes made and eating African food. Listening to African music and loving African movies has nothing to do with what my husband wants. It’s all about me enjoying the benefits of the herd I’m now apart of his family.
Now if my husband can just let me buy the three pair of Coach shoes I’ve been eyeing. This would go very well with the outfits that being made. Coach summer sale is about to start and I don’t want to miss all the deals. I think I’ll go look on DSW site maybe I could talk him into getting me something cheater. Until next time Fam.
It been months since I spoke the words I do or even before that when I started I will. So how is marriage life at the Airport? Well I’ll tell you…. Marriage life for someone who has been marriage before is very hard work. And I feel I have a lot more work to do. With one fail marriage in my background I feel I have to learn how to put in the work it takes to have a successful marriage.
Don’t get me wrong my husband makes it easy to have a successful marriage. He works just as hard because when I tell you my life is an Airport I was speaking the truth. My husband has to put up with so much BS, crazy episodes, and people doubting him it’s not funny. Then he still has to be happy himself in this relationship. It’s commendable how we’re is adapting to our environment and all that it entails.
So I’m learning to stop taking everything so seriously. Okay for example his gestures and words. My husband has this saying, “OhhmyGoddd!” and he says this in an aggressive African way. When he said this for him it is used for all types of expressions or feels. This remind me of the “King of Comedy” when Bernie Mac was talking about how people use the F word as a noun for person, place, or thing, and then for a verb. Lol! My husband use Omg, in terms like that and accompany with his hands gestures when explaining things to me.
So what might be a minor disagreement turn into something that is extreme. It doesn’t help that my husband sometime forget he is Africa. Although he does not speak his native language he does speak the common dialect which connect a lot African Nations. So he forget that I am an American and doesn’t understand what he’s saying. I know it’s not done on purpose because I have to tell him when he’s doing it.
This would be cause for alarm if we didn’t get each other. I mean we really do love the person we are with each other sometime more than others. So how are we dealing with these issue? It’s hard to explain just what the steps are to not going crazy or killing each other. But I’ll try I now listen to his heart and look for features of anger. When I mean listen to his heart I mean see the love behind his actions.
My husband is one of those people that can not explain his feels but will continue to show me he care. Even when I’m upset he would bring me food and something to drink. Or take me somewhere I had to go. At time I don’t even talk to him and he still concerned about my needs. He said he knows that I am his, his wife, his partner, his heart, and even his woman that drive him crazy. Life at the Airport. So when I’m acting out of control like a child I am his child.
He get me most of the time and it helps that I’m starting to get him. So it take me a lot longer to understand things but he’s really helping me in that department. Now if he could just listen to how much I love makeup. And even though he knows me he still don’t understand that I need makeup. I’ve been banned from spending any money on makeup. Of course this would be before the 21 days of Ulta sale. I wonder if I could hide anything in the back of my closet. What do you guys think maybe… or maybe not. I guess I’ll go check the website and do some window shopping talk to you later.
Picture me sitting here typing this and pending these words, “My husband said that we’re just going to take this lying down.” Yes he said this whether correctly or incorrectly because these word amount to pretty much the same thing to me. We are not going to do anything about all the gossip others are spreading about us.
Imagine a group of people in a small circle discussing your business as if it was a movie. Then picture those same people forming other small groups of people but adding extra screens and actors to your story-line. After all others presume you tell them everything about your life or do you? Maybe you don’t discuss your life with them maybe they just assume they know everything. It’s funny how their lies about you spread faster than a wild fire.
Then you race home to tell the one person who should be just as upset or even more then you are. Your partner in crime, your mate, your lifetime love, I could go on but….Your husband. Your talking fast and rushing to get to the good parts. And just before you start naming name that will soon be forgotten within the next conversation. The wind is taken out of your sail.
He stated that quote on quote “I don’t care what was said about us those people mean nothing to me.” end quote. Pause… Now you guys know how the airport works no matter what you do or how prepared you are thing can get crazy around here. The conversation after was epic from talking about guns and killing and that was just me focusing on my husband.
He stood firm on his decision with the (African) pride behind him. Okay so what you guys think I did?
A. Listen to my husband and ignore them.
B. Confronted the group of people and argue with them.
C. Went to jail after I went postal.
D. Handle the situation with threats of bodily harm.
Anything thing from B to D works for me. Of course C was not taken because I’m writing this and not in custody. Or am I out on bail you guys didn’t get a blog all last week. Just kidding or am I. LOL
Just to be sure you guy know which I decided to do it was…. B. I confronted the group and told them off. Yes I did and you know what my husband was right. After day one of arguing it led in to day two, day three, day four, day five, and finally I gave up. Yes me on my business giving up. I realize that it wasn’t worth it. On top of that my husband and I was arguing every time I came to him about this problem.
So not only are we taking this lying down but eventually we’ll fall a sleep on it. And maybe they’ll find someone else to talk about other then me. The one thing I was most upset about was the entire time this was happening I could not go shopping. I was so upset I wouldn’t ask my husband for anything. Maybe next time something like this happen I will listen. Maybe husband just may listen to me when I tell him I need that new Coach watch I been talking about for weeks now. It could happen I have faith, I believe he will and when he does I’ll tell you guy lol.
** Sorry about the blog being late we’ve been having internet problems for a week now. But the show must go on even if it a day late. This is one of the rules of the Airport.**
I have being getting a lot of good feed back from many of you guys that’s reading my blog. So this will come as no surprise to some that I will be going to Africa in a year or two. Yes I know I know that Africa is very different than America. And even though my husband is preparing me I know I will still not be able to learn everything there is to know about Africa. Hell there is always surprises at the airport so what the hell check me in.
I remember when we first started dating my husband was really passionate about me going to Africa. He stated that he could not be with someone who could not go to his country of birth with him for visits. In my mind I was thinking like every american does of jungles, wild animals, and huts. He laughed at me when explain my vision and I asked how will we live (survive). I was very foolish in my thinking. Then he show me pictures of his city and it’s surrounding. If not for flags and fashion I would think that his city was in America.
So what is the problem this time after all my life could not be an airport with out some trouble. The problem is that I’m the only one who feel that this a good idea. Everyone else feels I’m crazy which I maybe at times but as of now I’m completely sane. Side note this cancel out the second wife and family theory. Anyway I have talk about traveling to many people with out disclosing any locations. Even before I can hint at Africa many stated knowing my husband was African not to travel there. And everyone had the same american views that I had at the beginning.
When I made the decision to go to Africa I realize I will be on this road by myself. No one can understand that my decision to go with my husband is base totally on love and respect. I realize him staying here in a America to be with me was hard for him. And before people go there he is a family person. He loves his family so much that even with the different time zone no matter what time his family calls he pick up even at 3 in the morning. So trust me I don’t care how good his life could be in America family is still the most important thing to him.
With him studying in America and then later living here meant he could not see his family for a couple of years. So although I have a place in his heart there is still something missing for him. He accepts that he won’t be able to live in Africa again by making America his chosen home. That doesn’t mean he won’t visit Africa or that our future children won’t know their roots.
The decision to go to Africa meant that I’m on this road alone which is really find by me. We’ll tell the grand kids when we’re old and gray about all our trips. So I’ll make sure to take lots of pictures when I get there and try lot of dishes to tell you guys about. And don’t worry I’m not taken a lot of stuff after all what better way to get the feel of Africa then to shop for a full waredrobe. I wonder if I’ll be able to fit some stuff in his bag coming back. I’m pretty sure he won’t notice one or ten extra things. We’ll have to see when the time comes. Don’t forget to come back next week hopefully we get the internet problem under control I am definitely not a tech person.
I was asked “What do you do for a living?’
Why does this reply has everyone looking at me like I don’t have a job? When I say I’m working everyone think I need help. Like the reply was just a cover up for unemployed. Like I’m ashamed to say I don’t have a job.
I’m working leave everyone guessing at what. And for what?
So when I’m busy working. I’m multiple things at any giving time and the hardest thing for me is applying one thing to myself. I’m a writer, an artist, a designer, a creator, a poet, a collector, and those are just the job I do daily.
Don’t forget the account, the researcher, the lawyer at time, the doctor, and those are the jobs I don’t get paid for when I help others.
So I’m working leave everyone but me think it’s easy.
Working on me, working for me, working for others, working in the world. Just working like crazy. Doing any and everything to earn. Whether it’s money, experience, or favors. I get the job done.
And at the end of the day I’m working cover so little but do so much.
Word the paradise in which I exist. My world scream to me with a hungry that only words can fulfill. I question my observance when I’m writing how can you describe this with the expressions you give it? Where the action is felt in my lines on paper better than my own mouth. I write and it scare me. Putting words to the beat of my heart. Turning life in steps of mathematical equations that goes against its own law. It could be worst I could be destructive with my mind creating micros that would destroy the human race. Or I could politically coning you to buy into my version of a great America. I just write my feelings whatever they maybe. Whatever God I serve, whatever hell I’m in, whatever life has taken with its pound of flesh. I cannot tell you how I write only why I write. Most people would see those word and think she just stated the same thing. While writers would know the different. Why I write to breathe to live to begin to end to dream. My writing could be impersonal or delicate. It could make you wet all over with release or freeze paralyze with angry. It is not special and different just unique with its eccentricities. It drive me irrational to know that I’m haunted by my word. Just to discover world with pen to paper or is it paper to pen. I only tell you that I write not for approve, not to sin, not even to go against society. My writing is only to let the little people in my head out. Giving them a home on paper. What if you’re reading this then you know me I have an endless need to be admitted. So I will forever be behind the glass looking out of a window.