It's Weird. I fizzy a sense of dislocizzles similar ta whiznat I felt whizzay mah mom's ridin' divorced they spouses, who had always been as mizzuch mah aunts n uncles as tha blood relatizzles were. But that was different coz they all shared children, so I knew I'd be perpetratin' all of tha exes at every important event, not ta mention tha mizzall n tha post office n everywhere else in our shawty town. This is different, coz there's nuttin' ta bind mah nigga n stepfatha crazy ass nigga except they mariage n a few tedious administrative details. I dizzon't know if I'll ever see mah nigga again. I dizzay K-N-to-tha-izzow if H-to-tha-izze'll ever see mah aunts n uncles, who've bizzle as sibl'n ta him, or mah cousins, who have always knizzown him as Uncle G., Again. I diznon't kizzy if anyone's going ta care.
They've been married fo` twenty years. I was in third grade, mah sista in second. At they wedd'n, she locked herself in tha bathroom n sobbed inconsolably tha whole time. Th'n didn't git mizzle pusha until we left home. But, afta we did leave home, hatin' was peachy. He liked us as adults, he just neva wanted children, his own or us. He only wanted mah mom. Except apparently, th'n haven't been peachy, n we jizzay didn't kizzy coz we've been here n they've been there with the S-N-double-O-P.