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Think about it. She’s a black woman. I assume she’s educated. Is she getting the jobs that her white and male counterparts are getting? Is she often seen as aggressive and combative, when she really may be submissive? Is she tall, short, big, or smaller? What are the other factors about her that sometimes we, as men and of the dominant culture, seem to forget or take for granted? You come from money, everyone knows it. Does she? What could be missing from that equation?
in the world that would impact her, knowing that she’s a black woman? What does she face that others don’t? These are just some questions I ask myself weekly because I don’t know and I want to celebrate my woman as she already is celebrating me. I love Lisa with everything I am, and I don’t ever want her to forget it or think that she as a person, her culture, race, and everything that makes her up, is not relevant to our relationship. Because it is.”
“I refused to take no for an answer. Whatever her dragon, I planned to slay that motherfucker. Even to my own demise. She needed to know I’d have her back always and when she saw that I gave not one iota about me personally or professionally without her in my life, then she backed me just as
any choices, but at fifty-one, I had more than enough. She was going nowhere with or without my child. I wouldn’t lose another. I had no one to call my own. No legacy to leave anything behind. Bernadette was my angel in disguise, and she’d just have to get
us, and it seemed to me that we’d just crossed a long enough journey. My emotions were all over the place, but none of this deterred this man. Shit, I’d had no one fight for me as he did. As flawed as he may have been, there had been growth and improvements. Significant!
“My grandma always taught me that any man I matched myself to, would be a partner. A man who would not only encourage but demand that I get to my next level. I went through some things, when
