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Ain't Nothing Like Being Married to an Old, Elderly Man

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Ain't Nothing Like Being Married to an Old, Elderly Man

109 pages
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May 26, 2011


Aint nothing like being married to an elderly man. Written for single and married women. Mental and physical abused women. Women of all races and background. It is a resource for knowledge of the Do and Donts of a relationship and or marriage.
Used as a reference book, it offers my readers facts and information. This book is a hard core, no hold barred. Although this womens book can be enjoyed by anyone, including single and married men, it was specifically written for adult woman that seeks a relationship with elderly men.
As you probably know, more than 50 million women in and out of the United States have dealt with a marriage for all the wrong reasons. These women too often accept the abuse simply because of a lack of knowledge.
Having low self-esteem, women fail to realize they are Queens. Women deserve to be respected. Although other books, such as, Women Beatings through the Eyes of the Abuser, have tried to provide information, the book usually lack a womans point of view.
(What abuse woman really wants to get information from the abuser himself?) And none of the books uses the hard core approach an approach that has revolutionized the way I see women as part of my own family.
May 26, 2011

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“About the Author” Melody Davidson lives in Kansas City, Kansas. But I represent my hometown, St. Louis, Missouri. I have three beautiful children and three beautiful grand kids. I am 41 years old, my husband is 69. I am a screenwriter, I have written five feature films. I’m still in the process of looking for an agent and or producer.

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Ain't Nothing Like Being Married to an Old, Elderly Man - Melody Davidson

Ain’t Nothing

Like Being Married

to an Old, Elderly Man

Melody Davidson


1663 Liberty Drive

Bloomington, IN 47403


Phone: 1-800-839-8640

© 2011 by Melody Davidson. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

First published by AuthorHouse 06/16/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4634-0914-2 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4634-0913-5 (dj)

ISBN: 978-1-4634-0912-8 (ebk)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011908342

Printed in the United States of America

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

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Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.



Chapter One

What you doing talking to young girls?

Chapter Two

The sex is like no other

Chapter Three

Who is this old man?

Chapter Four

Young dummy,

will you take an old fool like me to be your husband?

Chapter Five

Hey dummy,

leave your house and come live in my house

Chapter Six

What you mean your house not paid off?

Chapter Seven

You got me going in circles

Chapter Eight

Oh my gosh, could my husband be gay?

Chapter Nine

No he didn’t just spit on me

Chapter Ten

Sex is over

Chapter Eleven

No he didn’t just give this bitch a ride in our truck

Chapter Twelve

You purchased another house without my name on it

Chapter Thirteen

This is bullshit

Chapter Fourteen

How could you be so selfish and jealous?

Chapter Fifteen

What you mean you hate me?

Chapter Sixteen

Could I be sprung, or do I feel sorry for my husband?

Chapter Seventeen

I’m sorry, but this house smell like stank.

Chapter Eighteen

How long are you going to be stupid?

Chapter Nineteen

Damn, I feel sick. Will he outlive me?

Chapter Twenty

Oxygen Tank

Chapter Twenty One

I lost my job working for the government

Chapter Twenty Two

Yeah, you a dumb bitch

if you think I’m leaving you anything

Chapter Twenty Three

Why do you like to argue with me?

Chapter Twenty Four

Welcome to the good life

Chapter Twenty Five

Pimpin ain’t easy

Chapter Twenty Six

I’m going to St. Louis, I be right back

Chapter Twenty Seven

I thought you told this old ass woman,

not to call the house?

Chapter Twenty Eight

Revenge is sweet

Chapter Twenty Nine

Attention all you zeros, leave me alone.

Chapter Thirty



About the Author


This book is dedicated to a damn fool.

This book is no holds barred, I apologize for all the strong language, but I have to keep it real. And I’m pissed off.

Thank you,

I would like to thank my old ass husband for basically treating me like shit. Thank you for showing me all the do’s and don’t’s when I become your age. Being married to you was like living in a fucking hell hole. I wouldn’t recommend a marriage like the one we have to my worst enemy.

Thank you my beloved husband for teaching my dumb ass very well.

I love you too,

Chapter One

What you doing talking to young girls?

Damn, be careful of what you ask for, you just might get it. Well, I used to ask GOD to please send me a good man. I needed a man who could settle my hot ass down. I was so tired of being with different guys. I could never run across that perfect match for me. When I asked GOD to send me someone, I didn’t go into details of the perfect man. I didn’t specifically say he should be dark or white or what have you. Tall, short, old, young, rich, or poor. So, I believe I got just what I asked for. Please be very careful when talking to GOD. Make sure you go into exact details. Stop, think, meditate, be sure, then ask.

My kids father and I, we all moved from Minnesota to Kansas. We were not married, but we lived together. Anyway, we lived in the ghetto. Driving ghetto Benzez and BMWs. Even though we lived in a section eight house, we lived ghetto fuckin fabulous. That man kept money in my pocket. I just didn’t love him the right way. I did it all wrong. You see, when you go into something the wrong way, nine times out of ten, you will come out the same. We only lived together for the sake of our children. We lived a fraudulent life, did a lot of nigga shit.

One day, I was driving my kids to school and I would always see this same old looking Cadillac behind me. This went on for two weeks. I finally got tired and a little scared. I pulled over to see if the Cadillac would pass me. Little did I know, the Cadillac pulled right behind me and stopped. So I yelled at him saying, why are you stalking me? All of a sudden, I see this old ass short man get out of his car, approaching my Mercedes Benz. Now mind you, its about 7:00 a.m. This old ass man was talking big pimpin shit. Yeah baby you going to be mine. I want you. I want to get to know you. Can I buy you dinner sometimes?

You know how some of us black folks still kinda sleep while we are dropping off

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