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The Widow, The Divorcee and The Single Mother: The Finale

Hi there! The widow, divorcee and single mother series is finally ending today. I must say honestly this has been the most interesting topic on my blog, according to me. I have seen 'that side' of the honourable gentlemen in the house. Lol, so enjoy this closing post and please please please leave a comment.

A Widow- No! Because she has been married before
A divorcee- No! Same reason as the prior, I can even consider marrying a widow but definitely not a divorcee.
A good woman, not married but has a child- Yes, because the child might have come around through any means so it doesn't really matter. But if she happens to be a divorcee with a child, then no. But other than that, yes I can marry her (@Eniolajr_)

A widow- No, it does not just feel appropriate
A divorcee- No, because it holds in it signs of instability in the marriage in times ahead.
A good woman who is not married but has a child- No, I don't think I can cope with the disparity between myself and 'my non-biological son'. (@fiyin_josh)

I can't marry a widow because it can never feel right knowing she has already been married. I can't marry a divorcee either, I consider it adultery. A good woman with a child but has never been married! Yes! Because the means of childbirth might be forced. She is a good woman so I could care less as long as she has never been married. (@ak_devon)

I can marry a widow because her tie with her former husband is broken since he is dead. A divorcee, no! Her reason for being a divorcee might be unjust. A good woman with a child but has never been married, yes of course! Most people actually get married to spouses (especially females) that may have been with a child only that they had the luck of not being reproductive. This is because most girls, especially nowadays have sex before getting married. @cantundastand)

On a closing note, here's a lady's view;
If I truly love him, it is enough to get past any circumstance. It does not matter if he is a divorcee or a widower or a single father, love is the most important element. (@Oluwaseeto_)

That's it guys! There's another interesting topic on the way, watch out for it. Have a blissful night! x

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