my moms chose excellently. my pops literally just died last month after them being together for 51 years. I can't even express my feelings in words how much I adored that man.
my fukking hero, my mentor, my friend, just everything
Similar story.
My father was born dirt poor in a small Caribbean island, came up here in the late 70s for school, met and married my mother and lived an upright life as a man, husband and father til he died 7 years ago tomorrow, with my mom at his bedside.
As far as I know he never stepped out on her, never disrespected her and basically cherished her til the day he stopped breathing.
My childhood was basically the Cosby Show, just not so many kids.
It's literally my parents marriage that makes me think love is real but God has to be involved for it to last.
Genetically he cursed me with premature grey but my line has never budged so he gifted me at the same time.
I literally got my head shaved baby bottom bald last summer for a lark, and it's totally regrown in and thick at 39, so I feel empathy for the bald/receding brehs out there.
And women tend to think I'm fine as hell sometimes so they both did me right.
No complaints, full stop.
