Taboo not so taboo ...Think back when we were children. Most of us can recall coming home from school to SOMEbody who would enforce the idea: WORK BEFORE PLAY. Let me and my brother try to hit the streets and that lesson not be completed. We got "blessed out" just for thinking so ignorantly...And Sunday mornings? That morning was chopped full of gospel music and the smell of bacon drifting from the kitchen. Best believe would have swallowed every OUNCE of food prior to going to church ; as both tasks were IMPERATIVE. There was my momma and my daddy. There was also my brother alongside myself. All of us couped up in a 4 room - not 4 bedrooms, but four ROOMS- house living with the bare minimums.
You may question what do I call "minimum"? 2 bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room...We had to go next door to use the restroom. We heated water on the stove. And rats and roaches were my brother and my first recollection of roommates. My parents were more like components in a boxing match as opposed to a match made in heaven. (At least that's how I see it retrospectively) Nevertheless, they were always at work, striving to keep our house and home together. It wasn't until I got old enough to truly comprehend the signs of heartache and dispair that I appreciated my mom's motion to leave my dad.
Don't misunderstand me. Although I am a firm believer that some women beg for an a** whoopin, I'm not the one to condone the abusive man. With that being said , I can vow that my pops was a pretty raw husband and (at some point became) 50% of a father. That's why I get pissed about the whole " making it work for the sake of the kids" theory.
"Making it work for the sake of the kids" is just a selfish parenting tactic that keeps good sex arouns and a lazy attempt minimal level comfort in tact. despite what our ancestors did and regardless of what our parents do, there is little to no positivity in two battling parties staying aboard just to paint an image for their kids. I'm not saying this as if to pass this ideal off as my own. I am simply putting into perspective why our generation has turned a once "sacred entity" into a
"Eenie meanie miney mo" scheme. Sex, money, and power are all pawns and winnings used interchangeably.
I have friends who quick to fall for the guy who can break the most bread but look dumb in the face when they wind up single and used up again. On the other hand, I've known men to become pussy whipped but are totally unattracted to the actual female. Those are the ones who get slapped to reality when the baby comes into the picture. I won't lie. I've been on both sides of those fences at some point, and I live with the circumstances daily. It's turned me into somewhat of a stereotype, but somewhat typical to our society. Because sadly , what was once TABOO is now the NORM.
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