As an American woman I am pretty much independent. Yes, I am one of those woman that do everything on her own. Or I used to do everything on my own. Before I had an African marriage.
An African marriage is different from a regular marriage. “In Africa marriage is sacred. It is a solidifies relationship that enrich communities and nations by bring forth new life and new hope. A man without a wife is like a vase without flowers.” And I got that little bit from the internet. Lmbo.
Firstly my husband is most definitely the king of this castle. There is no other head that’s higher then my husband. And not because he’s the tallest person in the house either. Lol!
Secondly nothing and I do mean nothing can go over his head. In the Airport my husband would be consider Secret Service or FBI. He knows everything down to the t.
Thirdly with my husband there is no such thing as privacy in own home. My husband is concern about everything. My blog and business, my feelings, my family and friends if I have a problem my husband is concern.
Now that I explained my husband ways let me go into mines.
I realized that we fight because I’m so independent. I have never been able to depend on anyone in my life. It has just been me, and me, and next to that me. There is no me or I in the word husband. He is one of those rare people that down take no for any answers. Slowly my husband been opening doors in my life that was off limits.
Now up until recently he had never seen me cry. That’s the moment I realize I’m not alone. I can depend on him. He always knew I was there for him but up until I crash land read the blog An African Loss to understand my meaning. I didn’t know that someone could love me so much to be there for me.
This is when I realize that this is an African love. A love that is private but open all doors within you. My husband does not like PDA (public display of affection) only hand holding sometimes. But now sometimes he kisses me not truly openly but in the car before we get out of it. Lol! You guys have to know that even that’s major when it comes to African men.
I asked my husband about his love for me. He stated; ” I love you so much that’s why I want you to fix your credit and stop shopping all the time. Spending all that money will not help our marriage.” It figure he would bring up my shopping. Now I cry all the time to him. I just cried recently to him when I missed the Desi-x-Katy collaboration with Dose of colors which was sold out this week on the first day. (Not sponsored) My husband still didn’t understand why I wanted to stay home and stare at my computer instead of helping him. So because I love him I went anyway and missed the buying everything.
Although I did get some Mac brushes as a gift to make up for me missing the collection. And for all of you guys wondering if I used tears to my advantage now. Don’t forget my husband is African he can smell me faking it a mile away. So no worries there until next time. I’ll let you guys know if I get something pass him. See you later Travelers.