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Script My Life: Why Did I Get Married,Too?

There is nothing as challenging as trying to stick to a script when acting, (and that is why I do not act), and it is even much harder in real life. I have been scripting my own life,yet at times I do not even know where the story line is going.(I keep on missing the plot).



So today I continue with my life script in Tyler Perry's, 'Why Did I Get Married?' Last time I highlighted the reasons why people should get married. And the sequel is pretty much the same, only that in this plot, someone dies at the end.

'Why did I get Married,Too?', is much more intense than the first movie. I often find myself in between being torn to stitches with laughter by Angela's paranoia and being gripped by hurt over the breakdown of Patricia and Gavin's 'perfect' marriage.

This time, the four couples are reunited at sunny Bahamas for their annual retreat. Now Sheila has loving husband, Troy; Dianne and Terry had a son; Patricia and Gavin still have no child, even after the loss of their son; and Angela and Marcus, are still same ol', same ol'. Dramatic!

This retreat unfolds new marital problems. Angela still has trust issues with newly employed Marcus, (the woman does not know what she wants); Troy is struggling with finding a job, and finances after moving to Atlanta; Dianne is happy and glowing, but she is emotionally cheating on Terry with a co-worker, (trust Dianne to do that); finally the curtains close in on Gavin and Pat's pretentious 'perfect' marriage, (quite hypocritical for people who gave marriage advice to their friends), and of course, karma did one on Sheila's douchebag ex-husband, Mike-he has cancer.

And then one wonders,is there such a thing as being 'happily' married?  But I must admit,I often shed a tear at the heartfelt story of how the old couple,played by Cicely Tyson and Louis Gossett Jnr, met, fell in-love and got married, (proving that 'what is meant to be,will be'), at the 'Why did I get married?' ceremony. It is at this same ceremony, that Pat, without Gavin's knowledge, announces that they are getting divorced.

Lessons learnt from the couples: Terry and Dianne: Do not let familiarity kill the romance. Cheating is cheating, whether physical or emotional, of which emotional cheating is worse, (it involves the heart and being enamoured). Marcus and Angela: Without trust, a relationship wont work. Do not listen to nosy neighbors, (they just increase your mental instability). And ladies, if you are already crazy ,please, I begoo, stay away from the alcohol. Troy and Sheila: Ladies understand a man's pride in taking care of his family, so keep your business to yourself. Make it work. Your ex, should remain exed (even on their deathbed.#jussayin). Patricia and Gavin: Nobody's perfect. Vulnerability is strength, therefore always be true with your partner, (and let them in). Playing dirty in effort to humiliate the next person, can cost someone their life. (Don't do it, it's suicidal). And you regret it. And Mike: The 80/20 rule. You realise that what you had was good, a little too late . (Oh yeah, karma is a total b***h!)

And life is too short,to take one another for granted.(I can never emphasize this point enough). Script my life, would I get married after such an analysis? Yes. I believe that marriage is a merging. It is a completion of two souls becoming one. It is the proper alignment of the God-head.

It will happen someday. As for now, I will continue to script my life, appreciating everyday as if it were my last, and appreciating everyone by putting them first.

P.S: Always write your own love story.

Ciao!

Lady E

Copyright © MPV by Lady E All Rights Reserved 2013

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