REAL TALK, If your life was a baseball game, what inning
would you be in? Would it be the 3rd, 5th, or could it be
late in the 8th inning? One aspect that I believe that we all can
agree on is; our Time is running out. As I look into the mirror, I’ve noticed
that I have wrinkles where I didn’t have a year ago; signifying that I’m closer
to death today than I was yesterday. When I was 20 yrs old, I was young, dumb
and full of #@*; I believed that I was invincible, didn’t even have life
insurance. But at age 44, I’m strapped with a couple of life insurance policies
because I don’t want my wife and kids washing cars or baking pies in order to
bury me.
Although I’ve been happily married for 3 years, 4 months
and 11 days (Brothers, if you forget anything, don’t forget your marriage
date), it’s time for a divorce! As a matter of fact, not only do I want a
divorce but I’m calling it quits with all my affairs that I’ve been having. My
wife is probably feeling some type of way, but before you kill me baby, let me
explain.
Since I’m running out of time, I’m divorcing “If” and I’m
calling “Should of” and telling her to kick rocks! After she gets finish with cussing
me out, I’m meeting with “Could of” to let her know that I’m sorry for wasting
her time, because I was never committed. My last side-chic has been down with
me for the longest; when all the rest of them were tripping, she was willing to
hold a brother down. But even though I’m going to miss her and probably have
times when I reminisce on how good she made me feel when things didn’t go as
plan, I gotta cut her. My last chic’s name is “Would of”.
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