Later that day 🫠, apparently he was so moved by me calling him out on his "principals", he called the Imam to set up an "official marriage" to me. He wanted to right his wrongs. He called me and thanked me, and he said "I need you because you keep me accountable". He explained to me what a Nikah was. In that, it was reiterated to me that we would each stipulate our "conditions" for the marriage.
He went first, he wanted the same things he wanted everyday pinky...obedience, submission, slavery, and complete domination of my autonomy, but said in sweeter words. I agreed to everything except having some random nigga that looked up to him be my Wali. He knew I wasn't going of the that either. Because howinnafuck can a man who worships you and is your "Soulja" check you on treating me badly?
When it was my turn. I said that I wanted him to wait a year before taking on before deciding to take the other lady potential GoodSis#3, that he had been string along for 7 years, to be his third stooge in holy matrimony, to give us time to get solid. I asked for him to accept that I wanted to travel and explore my god given talents. And even though in islam I had the right to have conditions FrampCamp GoodMan was pissed that I did. I would find out about that the next day, per usual.
I had thoughts about my choice for my Wali, and one more condition I forgot to mention. I wanted his uncles, "the sound counsel", that he told all my business to be my Wali. Plus, he was fashioning his whole life off their advice, why not? But the issue with that was he knew once I got to tell them my side of the story, they'd know the parts that he dont tell.
Overnight, my once eager to redeem his error and correct it under Allah's sight, misyar husband was suddenly back to where he started, simply because I was exercising my Islamic rights. What could have been matrimony turned into, If "we" can passed one another's conditions". He grouped me into it as if I had a problem with his. I wasn't tripping. He was...
That morning he called me to tell me that he called potential GoodSis #3 and told her that she would be on ice. I was shocked because I wasnt expecting that from a man who was really on his square bout his program. But apparently I made a move on his heart. At some point in his solitude, he must've had some conflicting thoughts from the "demons" he was fighting.




For the record: Derided is the past tense and past participle of the verb deride, which means to mock, ridicule, or treat someone or something with contempt. When something is derided, it is spoken of or laughed at as if it is foolish, worthless, or completely devoid of value... So some please tell me WHAT. THE. FUCK...he was talking about? But, I didnt correct him out of consideration for his "feelings" about being wrong 🤣


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