Everyone has an opinion about Bobbi Kristina marrying Nick Gordon. Because the twosome were raised in the same house by Whitney Houston, the relationship is being viewed as incestuous and condemnable. But Bobbi is standing up for her love and going forward with plans to walk down the aisle to him.
She posted a message for her many critics on Facebook via Necole Bitchie:
YES, we me nick are engaged. I’m tired of hearing people say “eww your engaged to your brother or if Whitney was still alive would we be together or would she approve of this.” Let me clear up something, we aren’t even real brother and sister nor is he my adoptive brother. My mom never adopted him. In fact, mommy was the one who even said that she knew that we were going to start dating. My mom knows me better than any of you. A lot of yall are saying that yall are only saying this all out of love. Which is bull because if that was so, all you would want is for me to be happy.
People need to seriously stop judging my relationship. Pretty sure it’s my own decision who I want to be with. Yes, my relationship may not be perfect. We will have rough patches, just like every other relationship. And we have had our rough patches. You may or may not agree with my relationship. You may or may not respect it. Judge me, go ahead. Your opinions are yours and mine are mine. It is my life and not yours. The decisions I make have nothing to do with you. Goodnight
Now, let’s be clear: I’m not insinuating that Nick Gordon is the wrong person for Bobbi Kristina. For all we know, they could be a match made in heaven and go on to live a long happy life together. But it’s clear that people, in both her family and the public, disagree with their union. What’s the best way to express that disapproval without offending and ostracizing the couple? Do you send them an email with an itemized list with all the things you find wrong with their relationship? Do you zip your lips, sit on your hands and keep it to yourself until they break up?
My parents’ marriage ended in divorce, and my father’s sister revealed she spent the entire wedding crying because she knew they wouldn’t last. The image of tears running down her heavily made up face and staining her bridesmaid gown stayed with me when my good friend recently announced he was marrying a woman who he’d argued, physically fought with and broke up with on a weekly basis. Another friend is marrying a man that berates her, makes fun of her hair, lusts after her friends and blows her money. Witnessing the rise and fall of both of their relationships is like watching a train crash in slow motion without being able to yell for help.
It’s true those couples could find happiness down the road, but it’s unlikely. Sometimes, I want to search for a tactful, articulate way to explain that they’re better off settling down with someone else. But I ultimately decide to keep silent, let them make their own mistakes and pray you can’t read my disapproval on my face as I stand in their wedding party.