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LeBron James Fan Club
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, I joined lebron's fan club beacause he is my favorite nba atlete |
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********* This story is fictional and written with the express intent to help out those who feel sad. Life is hard and people are often mean and do not give good advice because they see only $$$$$$. Savannah appears to be a sweet girl with no friends or family who assist her in feeling good about herself and her own happieness. LISTEN LIFE IS NOT ALL ABOUT $$$$$$$$ I hope that they both find happieness. ******************** Ketubahs for LOVE ****************, Her Channel suit whispered against her nylons as she settled into the wide armed leather chair. Nervous they sat apart from each other. Everything their friends and family advised echoed through their hearts. How can you trust him? How can you believe her? The attorney’s entered the plush New York office that looked out over Central Park and Tavern on the Green. “Well Kids!” the older gentlemen said in unison showing that this was suppose to be no big deal. The papers rustled as they were ceremoniously taken out of brief cases and laid before them. She looked at him. Her man. His long form in a custom made Armani suit. His big, wide hands clasped together. This man has entered my body. But can he really love me? She shuddered at the words his mother last said to her as they were eating Sunday dinner last week. “Thought he could do better for himself.” What was that suppose to mean? She had wanted to ask but just stood there shocked. She turned to one of the attorney’s. “Sir, how many times have you been married?” “Well, young lady. Personal question as it is, 5 times,” he answered gruffly. “And did you have a prenup?”she queries. “Yes. Everytime. You see you have a prenup because you love the person and want to take care of them. It is like life insurance. If you love people or even want to take care of them then you have a prenup. It’s the business of relationships. It’s the necessary.” She pondered this information. She looked out of the window into the blueness of the sky. She started to cry. One of the attorney’s got up put his arms around her. “Everyone leave!” he instructed, “Yes. Even you, young man. You leave!” Her young man left shutting the door behind him. Shaking his head. “My dear, this should be a happy occasion. Why are you sad?” the elderly gentleman asked this sweet girl with big brown eyes and softly curling hair. “I feel no one loves me. Not my man. Not my mother. Not my children. My babies,they like there daddy better than me. People say I have the wrong idea about everything. I don’t even know if this is right for me. I feel trapped. Unloved. Unwanted. And this life I have is just not what I wanted,” she wails into her cupped hands. Tears stream. The man gently took her into his arms again and rocked her. “You my dear are very young and still full of life. What is it that you want?” This stopped her. No one had asked her what she wanted. This whole thing was suppose to be about protecting his assets. Protecting her future. Isn’t it obvious that the answer to what everyone wanted was money? He looked at her changing expressions and stated slowly, “No my dear, it is not all about the money. Some may think this but what is in your heart is what should go on paper. Let me show you,” he brings his laptop over to her and they begin to Google. The attorney shows her Ketubas. He explains that in the Jewish faith before the wedding the bride and groom sign a Jewish prenup which is a marriage contract. A Prenup. It has been going on for hundreds of thousands of years. You have the basics. I will take care of this woman financially while we are married and give her her worth monetarily if we separate. We will treat each other with love and tenderness. They are lovely. He tells her how he and his wife had one customized for their wedding and that his wife insisted on her obtaining all the good silver and the china if they should ever separate households. She said she would rather die than to let some other woman ever put her lips on her good dishware. She would break it over his head first. So his wife put certain clauses in their Ketubas. Things like: I will always kiss you goodnight even if I am mad at you. “You mean to say that you had the possibility of divorce in your marriage contract?” she asks surprised since this was a taboo Christian concept. “Yes my dear. The bible allows for divorce. The man MUST make sure that the wife is taken care of financially and he may never make her his wife again. Once they divorce it is forever. But other than that you may divorce. You must consider whether you can forgive each other and if you can’t divorce is ok. Judeo-Christians don’t like to accept that but life is life. And my wife and I have been married 45 years come August. Our secret is that I listen to her talk and she only talks when I can listen,” he laughs. She smiles handing him back his hanky. “Do you think I can speak to your wife?” she asks him. They agree to have dinner the next night. She looks at all of the beautiful Ketubas that are online with her young man and they talk about the things they both want in their mutual wedding contract. He sees her in a different light. He slides his hand up her belly in a smooth motion. She smiles up at him with sunshine light in her eyes. He has told her he would love her with tenderness. She believes him. She feels wanted. He trails his finger tips across her cheekbones and down her back. They embrace in tenderness. **************** TGWWS |
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Lebron White, Bronx, New York |
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