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know you’re sleepy but you gotta hear this. My grandparents are heading to Splitsville.”
    â€œIs that a small town in Texas?”
    â€œRashad, stop playing. I think it’s ridiculous for old-ass married folks to be breaking up. Grand Pop loves women. What’s he supposed to do now? Register with OkCupid?”
    â€œHell, if he’s a true G, he might.”
    â€œOh, that would be so disgusting. At his age, where is he gonna find a woman that’s better than Mama Flora? I think he’s tripping. Whatever problems they had, surely they can work ’em out, don’t you think?”
    â€œDunno. None of my biz.”
    â€œRashad!”
    â€œWhy you sound so shocked? Couples crash and burn every day. Nick and Mariah. Wiz and Amber. And um, each time Kim Kardashian breaks up with a man it’s almost like a national holiday.”
    â€œHumph! That’s what you call hooking up with a famous penis. But we’re talking about my family and people we actually know. This situation is serious.”
    â€œYou’re right. It is serious. And even though I’m acting like I’m not surprised, well, hell, I am surprised.”
    She sprung off the bed and started pacing alongside it.
    â€œI didn’t see this one coming. Women have so much to deal with already.”
    Rashad grinned as he watched Kiara vent. Even though they first met more than ten years earlier, he still admired his wife’s beauty. Her oval-shaped face, flawless honey brown complexion, doe eyes, big boobs, and curvy shape made her a looker. She was his own little Ashanti, since she bore a strong resemblance to the attractive singer.
    â€œHello? Men have a lot on their plates, too.”
    â€œRashad, there’s no comparison. In fact, I think you ought to be glad and count the blessings you receive from being married to a woman like me. I bring something to the table because I work every day, and I mean seven-days-a-week every day. And I help to raise our awesome son. I cook for you, clean for you, spread my legs open for you, and do all kinds of things that you may not even deserve. You couldn’t handle half the stuff that’s on my plate!”
    Rashad stopped grinning. “Calm down. You’re going overboard.”
    â€œThat’s what I’m supposed to do. I must go overboard because when it’s all said and done, I don’t want anyone to be able to point a finger at me and say Kiara Mariah Eason screwed it up. Or that I was caught not handling my business. Mmm mmm. Nope. That’s not going to happen.”
    â€œOkay, okay. I get it. You’re dope.”
    â€œDon’t be facetious, Rashad.”
    â€œBut I’m not. I mean it. You are dope. You’re Mrs. Rashad Quintell Eason. Now come get back in bed, shut off that overactive brain of yours, and take your pretty ass to sleep. I’m sorry to hear about what happened. But there’s nothing we can do about them breaking up.”
    She raised one eyebrow and took a seat next to him on the bed.
    â€œRashad, go ahead and admit it. You really don’t care because it’s not your life! As long as you’re not the one getting a divorce, you don’t give a shit, am I right?”
    â€œHuh? I’m saying that their issues have nothing to do with us.”
    â€œBut actually they do.” She gave her husband a pensive look. “I wanted us to be just like them and now I don’t even know if we can make it to twenty years, let alone forty.”
    â€œSay what? Kiara, it is what it is, why can’t you just let it go—?”
    â€œDon’t interrupt me. I feel we need to be on the same page as far as our relationship is concerned.”
    â€œBut we are—”
    â€œLet me finish. I’ve bent over backwards for us. And sometimes I feel you’re not getting it. Or that what we’ve accomplished doesn’t mean as much to you as it does to me.”
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