It was the summer of 1991, I had just turned twenty-two, and my friend Lynn asked me to go to a party with her. I didn’t really want to go, but she insisted I had to meet the guy she had a crush on, “Zeppelin”. He was her age, nineteen, and he had a two year-old daughter. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that a week after I met him, we would be living together. Our connection was instantaneous and undeniable. Yeah, Lynn and I are no longer friends.
Six months after we met and moved in together, I became pregnant with Skyler. Since Joe and I had only known each other for such a short amount of time, I don’t think that anyone we knew really believed that we would still be together over twenty years later. They didn’t know that the power of our love is a force of nature, and it cannot be tamed. It hasn’t always been easy, and we’ve had a few obstacles to overcome, but our marriage works because we work on it. Til death do us part.
Not that I don’t occasionally get the urge to kill him to get out of the contract. Just kidding! I mean, really, how could I live without him? I have been with Joe for half of my life, and he has always been the best husband, the best partner, the best friend I could ever ask for. In the entire time we have been married, he has never given me one single reason to question his love.
“Every time I need him, he always got my back.
Never disrespectful, cuz his mama taught him that.” -Salt-N-Pepa