The Perils Of 30
MIMI Lifestyle
Written By: Mimi Tsiane
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The truth of the matter is, if the same guy came without the kids, the “divorce” she would not even bother. I mentioned that to her;
she giggled and mumbled something about loving kids; she could stay at home and do charity work when they marry, blah, blah,
blah. Yep, I have little patience.
Two weeks before my 30th my long term admirer (it has been 14 years) accused me of being too independent and therefore
announced he was giving up his quest of building a future with me and furthermore I had never given him a chance to prove hisself
(I know!). According to his plan we would be married in two to three years. I could continue to write, while he did stuff to computers
for a living (I am still confused at what function or role he serves at that company). But there was a major point of contention: that
was not my plan. And so I announced I had no intention of getting married—ever. Ok, to be clear, I will never marry him.
.
The day of my birthday I woke up in a seedy motel room (they classified it as a hotel, but I know better) in Las Vegas. Actually,
come to think of it, on the brochure they had the cutest concierges, not the unfortunate looking bellboy who had no inclination of
lifting anything heavier than his weave. Anyway, I woke up in a filthy mood and an even more jacked up attitude.
.
The first thing out of the bellboy's smarmy mouth was “will your husband be joining you?”
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Thirty has turned out to be a challenging year. I have come to the realization that life affords us the littlest of pleasures. I look back
and recognize that along the way although I may have deviated from the script; I have been able to write my own script and this has
made my life a worthwhile journey.
MIMI Lifestyle
Written By: Mimi Tsiane
Photo Credits: None
Caption: None
.
The truth of the matter is, if the same guy came without the kids, the “divorce” she would not even bother. I mentioned that to her;
she giggled and mumbled something about loving kids; she could stay at home and do charity work when they marry, blah, blah,
blah. Yep, I have little patience.
Two weeks before my 30th my long term admirer (it has been 14 years) accused me of being too independent and therefore
announced he was giving up his quest of building a future with me and furthermore I had never given him a chance to prove hisself
(I know!). According to his plan we would be married in two to three years. I could continue to write, while he did stuff to computers
for a living (I am still confused at what function or role he serves at that company). But there was a major point of contention: that
was not my plan. And so I announced I had no intention of getting married—ever. Ok, to be clear, I will never marry him.
.
The day of my birthday I woke up in a seedy motel room (they classified it as a hotel, but I know better) in Las Vegas. Actually,
come to think of it, on the brochure they had the cutest concierges, not the unfortunate looking bellboy who had no inclination of
lifting anything heavier than his weave. Anyway, I woke up in a filthy mood and an even more jacked up attitude.
.
The first thing out of the bellboy's smarmy mouth was “will your husband be joining you?”
.
Thirty has turned out to be a challenging year. I have come to the realization that life affords us the littlest of pleasures. I look back
and recognize that along the way although I may have deviated from the script; I have been able to write my own script and this has
made my life a worthwhile journey.
