by Charing Ball
So Vanessa Bryant, wife of NBA Star Kobe Bryant has finally wised up and has decided to kick Kobe’s arrogant cheating behind to the curb.
Vanessa filed divorce papers after catching the NBA star engaging in his “latest act of infidelity,” according to TMZ. And according to the LA Times, the divorce papers, which had been filed on Friday, may have been in the works for some time now. Though details of what Vanessa could expect from enduring years of infidelity were not made available in the document, Vanessa Bryant’s mother has gone on record to gleefully express that the couple had no prenuptial agreement. Okay, gleefully is my word but I beat my bottom dollar that somebody in that family is grinning from ear to ear.
However as news of the impending split made its way around the internet, most of the comments I’ve read bypassed concern over the well-being of the children and instead focused squarely on the well-being of Kobe’s pockets. I must have read dozens of comments critical of Vanessa for not realizing that it was her job as a Basketball wife to get cheated on. I mean, doesn’t she realize that her husband is powerless to the advances of sex crazed groupies, who are ready and willing to throw themselves at a famous man? It’s not like he could say, “No. Stop. Don’t. I’m married.” No these groupies are ravenous man eaters, who will rip the clothes off of these poor defenseless men and force them to perform all sorts of sexual acts against their will. The only logical conclusion is that Vanessa must be a gold digger.
Although I poke fun, I do see where some folks are coming from. I like to believe that there are some professional athletes, who are faithful to their wives. However, I am a lost right now to actually name them. Moreover when stories do arise of professional athletes getting divorced, the grand majority of them do because of issues related to acts of infidelity. You can help but to think that women, who marry professional athletes or rich people in general, shouldn’t expect fidelity. However, why do these men,who are constantly tempted and caught up, get married in the first place?
This may come as a surprise to many but I’m actually a poor person. Well, I’m not desolate but I do fit nicely into the newest Census data of 1 in 2 people in this country, who are like a paycheck away from the poor house. Nevertheless, I would like to think that if I was rich, I would never marry. Not because I didn’t want to have a significant other but because it is hard enough now trying to find a person who I could trust not to rob me blind. It goes without saying that if you’re ultra wealthy, you will attract gold diggers and it will be impossible to see what their true intentions are. Mo money, Mo problems. Therefore I would go the Oprah route and have an in-house Stedman, who I could love, canoodle with and force to watch The Real Housewives series with me. But I would also be on birth control, the best my money could buy and I would make my Stedman leave on the weekends, to ensure that our relationship doesn’t enter common-law status.