I Like My Love, Old American Style Because This "New" Love Ain't It!

This world is so topsy-turvy when it comes to love. It’s like, I LOVE YOU BABY in one breath and then I CAN’T STAND YOU in the next. Well, dang babe! Where did all the love go that fast?! And just because I left the toilet seat up? Well, I’m sorry and I’ll never do it again. DANG!

I’m only kidding but people get so “hurt” over stuff that’s not even a hurtable offense.

So you fell in the toilet; Big deal! Get over it already! I told you to learn how to swim.

But on a serious note though, I was so fortunate to grow up with a somewhat, stabile environment.

All my life, I”ve been around folks that where married for decades up until one of them passed away.

Whether it was from my own family to other folks in the neighborhood, it was one of the coolest things to see.

All those years together meant that these folks put in some serious time.

That’s what bothers me about some of these “so-called” couples today.

They be soooo in love one day and then you hear about them breaking up the next.

Take Tom Brady and his woman for example.

Now these two folks were together for longer then a day but when they both announced they were moving on, it didn’t take ole’ Giselle long at all to find someone new.

If I was Brady, I would’ve been like,

“Could you at least waited a month before I see you on TMZ with some pal named Raoul. The least you can do is to pretend to be all broken up over me for a little while longer. Come on! Gimme two months. Geez! You’re worse then Belichek.”

To me, a marriage is like the movie, Blood In, Blood Out. Now, I’m only kidding. It would be more like the mafiosos.

Now we’re not burning any cards here but once were sworn in, we’re in, baby.

That means that I don’t want to hear any crap about you being tired or that you need to find yourself.

And I don’t want to hear crap about you not being happy.

You better buy a dog and take Rover out for a walk. Then have yourself a Dr. Pepper and a smile.

I don’t want no puppy love.

I want the kind of love my grandparents had. That’s not to say that it was all peaches in cream because it wasn’t but you understood that they, not only needed one another but they really did love each other.

I’m sitting here looking through all of my grandmother’s old paperwork and I came across a boatload of cards.

All kinds of greeting cards for all types of seasons.

It all adds up now because I would see my grandfather come out his room talking about “happy anniversary baby” or “Merry Christmas baby” and he would always have a card in his hand.

They must’ve had a sale on greeting cards because I found about a billion of them in his papers when he passed years ago.

My grandpa was always finding the best deals and I bet that’s the way he felt once he saw my grandmother decades ago.

The cat was a smooth talker too.

I read some of his comments to her inside the card and it melted my heart, in a very masculine way of course.

The one comment that really got to me was when he told her in one of the anniversary cards to “pls take care of yourself.”

My grandmother did so much for so many people that she probably did put her own self last quite often which leaves me with this last bit of advice, for the ladies this time.

I want all of you mothers, grandmothers, great-grandmothers, aunts and nieces across the world to PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES AND I LOVE YOU ALL.