Why Did I Get Married Too Page #6

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'Cause you never tell anybody|your problems.

I'm fine, really.

You wanna go get some warm milk|or something?

No, but I was gonna go get some water.

-I'll go with you.|-No!

Honey, you're gonna lose your mind|keeping all that stuff in.

Please go back to bed, okay?

We're fine.

Good morning, Sheila.

You know, there's staff that does that.

It's part of the package.

Troy likes my cooking.

Troy. I used to love your cooking.

Yeah. That's why I ate so much of it alone.

How are you?

Okay, Mike.

What the hell are you doing here?

Are you here trying to start some mess?

If you're trying to start some mess,|it's not gonna work, okay?

I'm over it, and I am over you.

Is it really that easy to get over someone?

Especially after all the time we shared?

Look, do you remember the night|we broke into the clothing store?

It was storming out.|What were we, what, 18?

I remember you were scared to death.

It was fun.

But I remember you cried all the way home,

'cause you thought|we were gonna get caught.

It was the first time we made love.

It was the best.

I've been sitting at home,

thinking about all the good times we had.

Do you remember the first apartment|we rented off of Auburn?

The green carpet in the bedroom?

The out-of-date, pink tile in the bathroom?|Come on.

And the kitchen, you loved the kitchen.

You painted the kitchen orange,|remember that?

-It was yellow.|-No, it was orange. It was orange.

It was yellow.

I remember it because

of that hole in the wall,

the one when you pushed me into it.

And I remember the pink tile.|My nose bled on it.

And for the life of me, I couldn't...

I couldn't get that blood up.

And I remember the bedroom.

It was cold,

very cold.

And there was no light.

None.

And I was so depressed.

That's what I remember|about that apartment.

-Look, Sheila...|-Hey!

I don't know what came over me, okay?|Just... I was a fool.

I am so sorry. And, look, I miss you...

Please, stop!

You are my past,

and there ain't no future in it, okay?

I know.

Get your ass out of this kitchen. Go!

Hi, you guys! Oh, God.|The water is so warm out there.

I feel so relaxed.

-Could you stay that way?|-I'll try.

Come in, it's so warm out there.

Nope. I've already been in,|I'm not getting wet again.

-Come on, Dianne!|-A little later.

What is this?

I'm so sorry, it's the wind.|The wind just took it away.

Did the voodoo king and queen|drop chicken dust in my hair?

-Angela!|-No, what is this?

What did y'all just do?|Did you just put a spell on me?

No, we had a friend|who just recently passed.

-What?|-This wind,

it's a little unpredictable here. I'm so sorry.

Please forgive us, but these are her ashes.

-Calm down, Angela.|-Angela, relax!

Just relax!

Calm down, Angela!

Is there anything we can do?

Just ignore her. She'll be totally fine!

That's befitting, 'cause our friend|was equally as dramatic!

Her name was Bertha Monroe,|if that gives you any clue.

And she was a character,|just as animated as your friend.

-How long ago did she pass?|-A week.

I'm sorry to hear that.

How old was she?

I don't know, she'd never tell us.

Well, she never told us the truth.|Somewhere between 28 and 80.

I'm so sorry, I'm Patricia Agnew.

-Hello.|-Hi, Dianne Bob.

Hi, Sheila.

All right, my name is Porter Jones,|and this is my wife, Ola.

-Nice to meet you.|-Hi.

And once again, forgive us, we're sorry.

We're just going down the beach|to get a seat for the fireworks tonight.

Fireworks!

It's the annual carnival.|You got a great view here.

Wait...

-We should invite them to dinner.|-Yes.

Mr. and Mrs. Jones,|would you join us for dinner?

Yeah, it's our last night here.

It's when we share our|"Why did I get married" stories.

It would only be befitting|if you would join us.

We would absolutely love it.

I don't think everybody would love it.

Fourteen years, we're still in love.|Two beautiful kids.

Life is good.

And I knew that I didn't wanna

spend the rest of my life|without this woman.

So I married her.

And I'm so glad I did.|I wouldn't change a thing.

You are so sweet.|You know I love you, right?

I love you, too, baby.

Wait. Watch your step.

Sheila, Troy, your turn.

Yes.

Okay. I can't hold that.

Here we go. We're always up.

Why I got married is simple.|'Cause I love this woman.

Behind her eyes was

so much pain and truth and love

that I wanted to help her, heal her.

I wanted to be her hero.

Little did I know that

she'd be all that for me, and then some.

She's my queen.

Why did I get married?

When I met Troy, it was his eyes.

They said that I could marry him,|and that I could trust him.

I needed to trust and to love

because I've been through a lot of pain

in my past relationship and in my life.

I believed that there had to be an opposite

to the misery, the loneliness,

and I found that exact opposite

in this man.

Marcus, Angela?

I pass.

Y'all know she ain't got|nothing positive to say.

All right, you two, stop!

Why don't you leave me a message,

and I'll check it|once I get a password, okay?

How about that?

Here we go.

Pat and Gavin, you wanna go?

I think we should allow|our guests to go first.

I agree with what she said, yeah.

So be it.

All you do is go up|and you say why you got married.

Okay.

It's been so long,|I don't think I can remember.

Oh, stop it.

Mademoiselle, please.

I didn't know we was gonna be on exhibit.

We've been married 53 years, right?

-Fifty-five.|-Fifty-five?

Yes.

I just said that to see|if she would remember.

Right.

I married this sweet little soul|when I was 25 years old.

She was the only woman for me.

That's not how I remember it.

He asked me to wait because|he was going off to the war. I did.

And when he came back home,|I just knew that we were gonna marry.

But he wanted Edna Rankins.

No, let bygones be bygones.

-I'm gonna spill it.|-No!

He married this little hussy, you see?

And in three years time, she run off.

-So you waited for him.|-I did not.

I married Washington Freeman.

He was the countriest man I ever met.

-Three times her age.|-Stop it.

He was so old,|his social security number was three.

Shut up!

He worked in the fields, with the cows.

He always smelled like cow chips.

Just stop it.

Well, his marriage ended|when she ran off with the milkman.

Literally! The milkman!

Leaving him with two children to raise.

You know, I went to the market one day,

and I saw him there|wrestling with these children.

-I laughed so hard! He got mad at me!|-Yeah.

She was very rude!

There I am, trying to get the children|in the car, she's over there laughing!

I said to him,

"The grass wasn't so green after all!"

I swore that I would never|speak to her again.

Of course, you know, I did.

Next winter, Washington took ill.

By the summer,|he could barely get out of bed.

I buried him,

and then we had to leave the farm|because we didn't own it.

I went to church, and I prayed for a miracle,

a place for me|and my three children to stay.

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