Daughter: Mama, are you getting married again?
Mama: I’ve met a man who can take care of us the way we deserve to be taken care of.
Daughter: Do you love him?
Mama: What do you know about love, little girl?
Daughter: I know you are supposed to marry for love. Everyone knows that.
Mama: Well, I tried marrying for love the first time and it didn’t work out. So, this time I’m trying a new approach.
Daughter: What happened?
Mama: After the love wore off, he beat my butt like it was his own personal punching bag.
Daughter: Oh. I’m sorry.
Mama: Let me tell you something you will find out soon enough.
Daughter: Okay, I’m listening, Mama.
Mama: Love ain’t shit. It can turn into something you don’t even recognize. Something ugly. Marry for money; love can come later. And if it doesn’t, then at least you are paid. And by the way, it’s a myth that money can’t buy you happiness. And, don’t ever let a man put his hands on you. If he does, you get out of there. Leave. Run. Do you hear me, sweetie?
Daughter: Yes, Mama. Of course I hear you, I’m sitting right here.
Mama: That’s my sweet girl.
Mama: What, sweetie?
Daughter: I’ve thought about it. When I grow up I’m going to marry for love.
Mama: Okay, sweetie. Good luck. You’ll learn. There are some lessons you have to learn on your own.
Daughter: If I don’t get it right the first time, I’ll keep getting married over and over and over again.
Mama: Sounds like a plan, sweetie.
Daughter: I’ll keep doing it until I get it right. You’ll see.