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[#insecurehbo] Dro Should Leave His Wife for Molly, the Side-Chick
*Sings* My man is your man…
Season 2 of Insecure has been everything the culture needs. Besides being entertaining, it gives a very accurate look into the lives of Black millennials in today’s society–good, bad, and ugly.
As the finale–Hella Perspective–premiered, we were able to see issues resolved but mostly patched up, for the time being. Issa and Lawrence cleared the air, Issa also became Daniel’s roommate, while Molly solidified her role as a woman Dro appears to have strong feelings for. I am here for Dro and his love for Molly.
Here’s why…
Outside of being friends for a very longtime, Dro and Molly have hella chemistry. Before the two even had sex, it was obvious that they were attracted to one another.
From the bakery to the night they were dancing to Juve’s, ‘Back Dat Azz Up,’ the two were all over each other like a white girl over a Black NFL player.
Sis, you can’t tell me that these two don’t belong together. That chem is undeniable–hate it or love it–they have it.
I know that many want the marriage to work, but chile, the marriage is dead–casket dead. This is one of those situations where the married man actually has strong feelings for the side chick. We know that ain’t supposed to happen but it is.
Dro consistently communicates with the corporate businesswoman, spends time with her, and takes her out in public. Chile, this ain’t his side-chick, but more like his lover, woman, bae. They have a relationship.
The other woman is never supposed to give the wife that much comp. The husband is supposed to smash, grab, and go. But, not in Dro’s case. This negro likes to cuddle and spend the night.
If light-bright was really that happy, he wouldn’t be trying to spend all of his time with Molly. Dang sure wouldn’t be all out in public with her and taking these calculated risks.
Truth be told, Candace and Dro act more like friends. Seeing them together is so awkward. They barely show any affection. On the oter hand, Molly and Dro show a hell of a lot affection. Besides, homegirl ain’t never really around.
When Candace isn’t too busy and makes her presence known at a function, Dro barely pays attention to her. You did see that Dro was more concerned about pulling out Molly’s seat at Tiffany’s b-day dinner, before pulling out his wife’s seat, right?
Chile, he is not checking for his wife like that. Candace needs to gon’ ‘head take her loss, cry it out, move on, and get her a new man. Dro doesn’t want her; he wants Molly.
Ultimately, I want the side chick to win, because she’s supposed to, in this case. Obviously they are one another’s drug–the names say it all…duh!
What’s the use of all this back and forth? Dro needs to do the right thing, man up, and leave his wife for Molly. That way they can both be truly happy. That’s what life’s all about anyway…right?
Season 3 needs to show Dro moving to LA with Molly and leaving Candace wherever the hell she’s at, because they don’t need to be together anyway. I know y’all can’t stand Molly, but you can’t discount the fact that she and Dro are in love, or at the very least, have this unbreakble bond that threatens his marriage.
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