I was raised by a REAL black marriage and as a result I witnessed ALL the things; movie-esque magical and the “not so much”, that a marriage requires. I also witnessed what it gives to those that willingly submit to the work of LOVE. That’s a sentiment I live by in my relationships; the idea that love is not just the sweet gushy shit in movies but also those horrible plot twists that always break relationships in those films—those are ESPECIALLY the things you have to work through. This is only IF you find that your partner is worth the effort. That’s the beauty of dating! That’s where you formulate your value system on what’s important to you which if properly tended to leads to your life partner. Seeing my parents work through those tough spots was the foundation to my perception of the fullness of unconditional love. In my love life I have experienced some of the absolute worst things possible a woman can throw at me, but I think my parents have always been my beacon of light when it came to holding on to the classic black aspirations of wanting a family. I want to do the surprise engagement, I want the wedding AND the after party, I want the house and the adorable kids that spawn from the seeds of love my future wife and I have sown into the soil of our relationship. And I mean, it’s scary as fuck to go ‘all in’ during an age where we seemingly have all these options. It’s risky to be monogamous, but to me that risk is the best part of being in love, and growing with someone; it’s that first jump. So what’s another leap for happiness in this freefall of life?