In a state like Texas, a divorcing couple due to football overdose (no pun intended) is relatively normal. Makes me imagine how many of them already consulted a lawyer this past weekend, which considerably is the craziest football weekend of every year. There's the annual state fair cottonbowl event and Sunday football to be all orgasmic about. These men are nuts! But hey, leaving them isn't the only solution. Right?
Divorce is a diabolic term to my ears, hence my fear in marriage. I kinda fear it just as much as I fear snakes. Seriously. It's not a walk in the park, that's a given, but why does divorce seem as easy as that? Not to mention when it's supposed to be "sacred", unless you're allah-uhakbar-ing or something. I mean, it's even written in the bible for crying out loud... "whoever divorces his wife and marries again commits adultery, and whoever marries her who has been divorced also commits adultery". Gee, who knew St. Mark wrote about this absurdity. Shame on mankind!!!
I'm not a football fan myself, but if I ever, God forbid, get married to an enthusiast of this certain sport, and if and when it gets a little too out of hand, I still won't divorce him. Um...yes. At least I'll try not to. I don't think resting in the devil's armpit every football day would be too much for bearing. I mean, it's only existent for four months in a year anyway (I allow to be corrected), so why be all cranky about that? Or better yet, I''ll ask him to buy me Football for Dummies so we can both stupefy ourselves over some hugging bouncers. But kidding aside, I know it's not gonna be easy, but don't they think that they bicker over a piece of shit? I mean, my mom gave my dad a hard beating because of his mistress. That's a bigger deal, you know? Ok, I totally made that up. But seriously. All these couples just need to compromise. It's not like Jessica divorced Nick only because he was wetting over USC's quarterback. Duh?
Point is, there's always solution to all problems, and a simple signature over divorce papers isn't one of them. Yeah, yeah, what do I know, right? I'm only a young-in with a struggling love life. But you know what, it doesn't take you to be 25, 30, 40 to actually embrace the real meaning of marriage and to know what it should be in one's life. It's just like a football game. When somebody tackles you, you get up, run, and never give up. Touchdown, beeyotch!