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feeling defeated already.
       “Look, I don’t feel like arguing with you Cas. I had a long day at the office and I just want to go to bed.”
       “So now you want to get some sleep!” she spat getting in his face. “I am your wife Marcus; I don’t deserve to be treated this way.”
       “Whatever!” he said shaking his head and dismissing her with his hand. “I’m going to bed,” he said moving around her and heading upstairs. He was done. He wasn’t in the mood for Cassidy’s petty bullshit, not after the night he had with Ciara.
       “That’s all I get?”
       “What the fuck do you want from me? Damn!” he yelled. He was reaching his boiling point and he was two seconds from hauling off and smacking the shit out of her. Cassidy jumped back from his sudden outburst. He shook his head and continued upstairs.
       “How about some fucking respect and consideration from time to time,” she yelled following him up the stairs. “When do I get a dinner date, Marcus? Huh? Do I have to make an appointment to spend time with my husband? Do I?”
       “You better calm down before you wake up Junior,” Marcus said looking over his shoulder as they reached the top of the stairs. “Now I’m telling you for the last time I’m going to bed. I’m not in the mood for this shit.”
       I don’t know why I even married this bitch , he thought to himself.
       “So you’re not going to apologize?” she asked shrugging her shoulders before folding her arms across her chest.
       “No,” he said, feeling he did nothing wrong. “For what?”
       “I should have left your ass a long time ago?” Cassidy said shaking her head.
       He smirked, “I’m not begging you to stay.” A silent pause filled the air, as Marcus laughed at the pitiful look that claimed Cassidy’s face as he turned and walked towards their bedroom leaving her standing there stuck on stupid.
       Cassidy stood there in shock. “Did he really just say that to me?” she asked herself. She placed her fist in her mouth and muffled a scream. The pain that surrounded her heart was unbearable. She felt as if her heart had been ripped from her chest and stomped on. She dropped to her knees and allowed her tears of pain to break free. They made a steady stream, flowing from her eyes like a leaky faucet, spilling down her cheeks and onto her night gown.
       She couldn’t bring herself to face Marcus not after what he just said. She’d never felt so alone in her life, but this wasn’t the first time Marcus has made her feel like she is less than nothing and she knew it wouldn’t be the last. She’d given this man her all and it he obviously didn’t appreciate it.
        What could she do? Where would she go? Despite his blatant disrespect and verbal abuse she couldn’t find the strength to leave him. He’s the only man she’s ever known. So as usual, she chose to ignore the obvious signs. Like the smell of perfume that lingered on his clothing, or the fact that he no longer looked at her the way he used too. He didn’t hold or touch her anymore. She chose to ignore all the signs pointing out the obvious fact; her marriage was over. It was clear her husband has moved on and so should she, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave the man who had captured her heart.
       She sighed and slowly stood to her feet. She decided to sleep in the guest room, and apologize in the morning like she always did.

China
       China sat on her living room floor hugging her knees to her chest. She stared at the contents on her end table. If she could only find the courage to be rid of that white powdery substance that clasped her soul and refused to let go. Her throat was dry, and her skin was drenched with sweat. She slowly rocked back and forth humming to herself.
       Each time she promised herself the last fix was her last, but she was fighting a losing battle. She couldn’t shake the monkey that clung to her back. Her body