Whitney we'll miss you.

Can the wrong man ruin your life? Yeah, he can! Recently Pop Diva Whitney Houston went home to meet her Lord. The lyrics, “I get so emotional, baby, every time I think of you” was set on replay when I heard.  I don’t pretend to know what goes on in the personal lives of celebrities, but as far as downward spirals go, I think Whitney’s began shortly after her husband put his diamond on her left.  Conventional wisdom says that we can’t choose who we love, but can’t we choose who we marry? It’s too late to speculate whether marrying Mr. My Prerogative played a part in the songbird’s demise? Even as I ask the question, I freely admit that back in the days I loved me some Bobby Brown. Like all fans, I delighted in watching him shake his Tender Roni on stage.  As a woman, I understood his bad boy appeal.  Even as a self-confessed former groupie, I still believe Bobby as a husband was a bad choice. As human beings we all have personal battles, but whatever spiritual fight Mr. Brown was fighting, he seemed to lose more battles than he won. Now don’t misunderstand, clearly no man is responsible for our choices.  Women choose. We decide.  We are born singular and independent creatures and that is how we remain until our last breath.  Who we make influence us, change us and alter our destinies is all within our control. Just like a great partner can lift us up and help us accomplish miraculous things, a bad one can create havoc in our lives.  The Bible describes one’s spouse as flesh of my flesh. What if our flesh and our other half are tearing us apart from the inside? What if our loved one threatens our health, our wealth and our peace of mind? There is no easy answer. The decision of whether it’s him or you is one that every woman must decide for herself.  My girl Whitney clearly had demons, but whatever demons she fought prior to meeting Bobby, loving him seemed to put them on overdrive. She was the quintessential Ride or Die Chick, down for whatever with her back against the wall until the very end. Or at least, until the ink on the divorce papers were dry. Was it too late by then? If a woman spends a lifetime feeding a man’s ego and his appetites in there any light left? Can she sing her way back into sunshine when there’s darkness all around? Is Whitney our personal ghost story? Do we use her life to scare our girl children when teaching them about Mr. Wrong and Mr. Right? Should every man come with a tag that says, let the buyer beware? No man should be loved at the price of our health.

We all know drugs and sex can kill. Was Whitney’s cause of death— Death by Ex?

Whitney we'll miss you.