Hilary Smith
Lucy
October 12, 2006
You’re probably confused right now; let me back up a little. My name is Lucy Eliza Coleman formerly Lucy Eliza Sanders. I met my husband three years. I was walking home from school, and I saw him-- sexy mocha complexion brother and I couldn’t take my eyes off. I was sixteen and smitten. He has the most amazing eyes-- grey with a hint of green. He’s about 6 feet and he weighed about 210 or somewhere around there and black wavy hair. Right then and there I decided he was the one.
I knew convincing him would not be easy.
I’ve been married for six months. Recently we purchased a home through tax deeds because it was much cheaper than going through the market according to Damien. I am so proud of Damien. He is finally accepting his predicament. Buying this home was a big step for him. His action is saying I’m committed to my marriage.
I will be the first to admit that I pressured Damien to marry me. However, I know he can grow to love me. The first step is to create an inviting home. I love my new home I finally have a place that I don’t have to worry about being kicked out of. It’s located in Madisonville Cincinnati, Ohio but, that’s okay this is just a starter home. It’s a three bedroom, 1.5 baths, closed kitchen, average front yard, large living room, two fireplaces, and a finish basement.
Okay, trivia fact: Madisonville was established in 1809 and originally named Madison after the fourth president of the United States James Madison. I live for trivia facts.
I wanted an open kitchen but we got what was on the market and within our budget. I won’t pretend that I love my husband but, if we are going to make it then some things have to change. Some truth has to be revealed. I thought marrying Damien would make my life easier I was right and wrong. I thought I would have a family that loved and respected me; now I see that I was mistaken about that. Damien’s family only tolerates me. At first it seemed like they liked me but now that we are married they only get along with me because of Damien.
Now I’m not saying that I’m the innocent party. Trust me, I’m not I just want to be accepted somewhere. I know sometimes I can be childish and hard to deal with. I do acknowledge I make things harder for myself at time. But doesn’t everybody? It’s human nature.
There are several examples I can think of. Refusing to take advice, being disrespectful, and as Jane would say "loud and ghetto". And of course I don’t give Damien any personal space (I know his friends and family hate that). Damien even hates it but in my defense if I give him too much space he gets stupid. My husband is sexy and if I can see it others can too. So for that reason alone I don’t like him being too friendly but of course he does. There’s friendly and then there’s friendly. But Damien doesn’t see the difference. Speaking of friendly he talks to women a few minutes too long and he doesn’t inform them of his married status. I mean how fucked up is that? This negro knows he’s married so fucking speak up about it. I don’t cook much when I do its out of a box I don’t have time to cook homemade. One would say that I knew what I was getting into and I should have adjusted my ways. Which I did until the ink dried on my marriage certificate. Needless to say he had a shocking revelation coming.
One day he was at it again and Jane said "why did you get married if you didn’t want to be a wife?", she said, "not as easy as it looks". "I’m tired of people talking about this shit", I exploded. "Sure, sure... if you that was true you’d do better", Damien said. But do you see what I mean? I can’t win for losing. I just want a home, and I shouldn’t have to work for it. Is that asking too much?
Okay let me rewind a bit more...
Eight months ago Damien and I had broken up. It had been two weeks since I seen him and I was miserable. I was used to being with him when I wasn’t in school. I quit my job to be with Damien. I know that was stupid. My older cousin Tanya barged into my room after calling me several times a day for three days. She was pissed off because I have been moping around for the last two weeks since Damien left me. Why did we break up? Let’s see... Oh that’s right I gave him a choice ditch his immature friends (the ones I didn’t like) or we were over. He chose the latter. I couldn’t believe it. If I had thought for a second he wouldn’t choose me I would have kept my mouth shut. Anyway, I let Tanya talk me into going over the bridge to Newport, Kentucky. Newport on the Levee is the place to be, on the weekend at least.
We got there at 8:30. We decided to get a late movie.
While we were waiting we walked over to Coldstone Creamery. They have the best ice cream. I needed a pick me up. Founders Favorite does it every time. I walked through the door and it takes me a minute to realize what I’m seeing.