The Evolution of the Great Jam Dynasty

One Day I was talking to wife Tampon about her man, and after giving her some insight and making her feel better about the situation, she said to me, "Jammi, you're like a surrogate boyfriend. When I need someone to fill the role of understanding me, listening to me, occasionally running errands, and basically everything except the sex, I know you got me."

In the fall of 2002 after this conversation with wife Tampon, the Great Jam Dynasty was publicly solidified.

This was the first sudden realization for our young sage, for he knew then that he had spent the last 5 years (wiki: Early Jam Dynasty) engaged in emotional polygamy: He realised hence that he in fact had a series of surrogate girlfriends, who did on to him as he did on to them; filled the role. Oh, how he could delight in their auras, the lights of their souls, their warmth, caring, and willingness to share their own self-explorations. How he learned of himself through their stories, how they learned of themselves through his stories. The mutually beneficial relationship bestowed upon him, as if from the Gods, were his beacon of importance, a measurement scale of his existent value.

However, as time passed and the parameter's of Jamil's Dynasty extended outwards towards new domains, the Dynasty entered a warring period. A brief period under which the Dynasty was unbalanced. Time conflicts between Jamil's concubines and his surrogate girlfriends, together with the time constraints his academic and spiritual persuits paid a toll on the Dynasty. The drought of insight fell over the Dynasty and their was disarray throughout the lands. The surrogates were confused: "Who is this man sitting on our Emporer's thrown?" they wondered. As both test and testimant to his Dynasty, Jamil formalized the structure and nomenclature of his Dynasty, elevating the importance of his surrogates in his life. To each surrogate who fit the roll, he announced unto them the title of Wife (wiki: Middle Jam Dynasty). In the summer of 2006, after facing the importance and finality of life due to a life-alterning knee surgery, Jamil bewed all of his surrogate girlfriends and created the sub-categories of matrimony under which you all dwell today.

For those who wonder, those who know, and those who simply forget, each of you mentioned below constitute the Great Jam Dynasty and have had title as wife to its emporer. With names here revised to reflect only current wives (lest I speak the names of the Forgotten Wives) the Great Jam Dynasty contained the following sub-categories and members:

Ancient Revered Wives:

Neeta

Kailee

Pentagon of First Order Wives:

Amrit

Elina (Tampon)

Larah

Tanya

Yvonne

Most Honourable School Work and Soccer Wives:

Annie

Bianca

Christine

Cici

Gitane

Haylie

Lilian

Melanie

Natasha

Navdeep

Nicole

Tiffany

That a man such as myself could be loved by so many women at once is a blessing that cannot be forgotten and so I have immortalized it here. All of you have been my Dynasty, trophy wives in the most honoured sense. However, we must go forward, this time into the sun.

I knew this day would come. We would get older, you and I, and I would have to give back to you a very cherished title. I would have to bite my tongue upon calling you my wife, as I see in your eyes that this word no longer belongs to me. You have, or are about to, or will eventually, give this title to another. All of you. My work here is done. As for myself, I am the happiest man in the world because I know now, only today, that I am everpresent. My Dynasty needs not walls or parameters, nor titles or order. Immortalized in me is the love and laughter we've all shared. I go to sleep every night with that joy that I can remember exactly how each of you smile. You've all taught me so much, and I'm finished stealing from you. And with a realisation just as sudden and unprovoked as the one that created my Dynasty, I realise that I must now call its end.

It would take all the pulp of the Great Northwest to put on paper the many moments of bliss I've shared with each of you, and yes even the forgotten wives, but I hope as any good Emporer should do, that I can share these moments again with you in person. Nonetheless, as of today, the title "wife" is off my tongue, lest I disrespect your current, and soon-to-be, and far-to-be, husbands. Understand, each of you, that this note is an introduction only: Hi, I'm Jamil, your loving ex-husband. Have you met my other ex-wives?

A young pupil once asked,"What differs between a fake rose and a real rose?"

His teacher sat back in his chair and said "A fake rose is dead, a real rose has died."

The pupil questioned, "Is that not rather a similarity?"

The teacher without a moment's hesitation shouted "Without a doubt, no!"

That's my way of saying,"It's been real, ladies."