A ‘trust marriage’ means to be reliable, honest, confident, consistent and dependant upon one another. Once you have earnt someone’s trust life becomes much easier. There is no worry of jealousy between couples. Wherever you go you know you are being trusted to do right thing and you have a wealth of respect for each other. There is nothing worse than when couples do not trust each other in marriage. A ‘trust marriage’ should be loyal, amicable and have no confrontations.

Life is too short to become burdened with problems. If a couple pull together at all times then this is what makes a strong ‘trust marriage‘. You should want to help each other as much as you can and be there for each other as often as you can. When two people love each other and trust each other then life is more relaxed between two of you and there us not tension in atmosphere. When two people pull together they can achieve a life time of trust in their marriage. There are no boundaries set, no limits to keep within, no secrets withheld and no misunderstandings between each other. In fact, a ‘trust marriage’ should run in complete harmony.

Zenobia was a phenomenal woman, raising two girls in an amazing manner. She was only person that loved my sister and I to BONE!! She loved us unconditionally. U-N-C-O-N-D-I-T-I-O-N-A-L-L-Y! A somewhat lengthy word, carrying a penetrating weight. I learned just how much weight that word carried years later when I had my own children. I ended up making all of those sacrifices that Zenobia made, loving my seeds to bone, as I was subconsciously taught to do while growing up on Chicago’s south side.

Life is supposed to be best teacher. Funny, how lessons that are learned from life aren’t readily understood until years later, isn’t it? Long after teacher has stopped teaching, or has since passed on. We somehow allow our mental selves to rest in a retrospect mode. The switch to light miraculously turns itself on. This is when we mentally go back to time when mentor was telling us “not” to do this or “to do” that. We never paid attention to what was being said at time, never understood, or so we thought. But our subconscious self did. We didn’t want to listen did we? Wanted to defy teacher. Didn’t want to obey given command. The answer is all too clear now ……isn’t it? Crystalline to say least.

Unbeknownst to me during her lengthy battle with cancer, her inevitable demise would somehow create a pathway for me to become aware of my inner self and my environment. So aware to this day, as I sit and put pen to paper, I am continually conscious of my progressions and regressions on a daily or monthly or even a yearly basis. I am aware if I am ambitious enough to “get that job” or being responsible enough to set a concrete example for my children to follow, or making right decision at all times when future of our children are concerned. Oftentimes, we are given no second chances.

As ironic as it was, during my times of emotional depravation, when I felt my body could no longer persevere, when I toyed with idea of suicide versus life, when I literally had no one around me that cared if I lived or died, or when my children and I had to succumb to living in a shelter because my job downsized and I had no family around me to offer housing. During those times, I allowed myself to take that mental journey back in order to regain my strength and move onward. Back to day, to moment, when Zenobia was teaching a particular lesson to me.