The wedding was essentially his family's affair. There were like 300 ppl, and this was back in the day when ppl didn't normally do all that. The only family she invited was her immediate family and me and my mom, even though I barely knew her and, after some yrs, it's apparent that she dont even like us.

But we were the best representatives for the image she wanted to convey. It was a very weird vibe. Me and my mother kept looking at each other like
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Bc we already knew this class of negroes and their husbands were always pushing up on my mother, the women were catty, and the kids were clique-ish. We recognized the terrain and moved accordingly, but she didn't realize what she was getting into. I was like 13, spotting red flags every which way. That's why I said, that was the day I realized I couldn't do it. Those ppl were a$$holes. I'd rather marry into a family of junkies; petty theft is less stressful on a day to day basis.
(I was so on point cuz my mother made me watch Imitation of Life mad times on- it was on Turner Classic Movies

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really get it, wasn't gon be no marrying so far up that my family was deemed unacceptable. fukk that and fukk them.

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