By Zawadi Lompisha
Something happens to people when they turn 30 and are in a relationship that is unlikely to lead to marriage or, they are single without any prospects on the horizon.
Suddenly, great panic sets in causing them to get attached to whoever shows any sort of interest in them. Some even settle for that relationship with a man they have always told you is definitely not the kind they are looking for.
Unfortunately, Iâm standing at the brink of witnessing my friendâs marriage break three years after she got married. A marriage, which never should have been, but the girl was racing against the clock.
She was 31, going on 32 and worried about becoming an old maid. Then a few months shy of her 32nd birthday she began to tell me about this man sheâd been introduced to by a friend. I asked her what his name was and she wouldnât tell me.
Now, when a girlfriend refuses to tell you the name of a man she fancies, all your red flags should go up, and mine did.
Six months later, she delivered a wedding invite to my house and didnât have the âtimeâ to stop and chat. I attended the wedding and met the groom for the first time.
And just two weeks ago, my girlfriend walked back into my life and told me that she was walking out of her marriage with her baby. Most of her complaints began with: âI didnât knowâ¦â
I kept stopping myself from saying âI told you soâ. As she walked out of my house to go back to her âhome of sorrowsâ, this song by Percy Sledge came to mind:
I found a woman
I felt a true love
She was everything
