Life After Marriage Book 3

Alternative Plans Part 2

**** As I was reading through the comments it dawned on me I have a lot of young readers, who may not get all that’s going on. Or why I am choosing to write Aug and Amb’s problems as they would happen in reality.

I know you guys are used to reading feel good Wattpad books and that’s fine. There will be more exciting chapters.  

But for the older crowd and those that understand where I’m coming from, I pray that this book is more than just entertainment for you but a spiritually healing experience in your relationships and daily lives.  

And to the readers that have experienced the pain of what Amb is going through, I pray for you. And to those that might in the future, recall this chapter when things get tough.

I just realized how powerful the picture of August is in the m/m. It’s him kneeling at an altar. One of the greatest things I love about August is that despite his faults, he is truly a man of God.

 He is unashamed to show it and if you read his older tweets, man, they really show that. He used to really preach. He even said I believe somebody called him Lil Jesus lol and asked him why was he always preaching about God on twitter. (it was something to that effect)

He doesn’t really tweet like that anymore for whatever reason, but I do know that his relationship with God is strong. And you sometimes get glimpses of it if you look at him and his squad in videos. Like while they’re rehearing they’ll do gospel songs. Or like him and Trav playing singing gospel music. Or even how in hospital room, Mama Shelia and them had church.

Based on them old tweets, he could’ve possibly been a Pastor, and hunty I would’ve been front row at the church. Amen? Amen. Lol

Oh also shot out to @FatVanity who was one of the first books I read that actually had a church scene. And I remember reading it and thinking it was beautiful for someone to write that in a book. Thanks for inspiring this chapter girly! ****

AUGUST P.O.V. –

I had given Amber her complete space for a week. I took over the duties for everything. I took the kids to school and left work early so I could pick them up. I washed. I cleaned. I cooked (although Amb had yet to eat anything.)

She stayed in the guest room locked away. Even ignoring the kids when they came to the door. No one but Tanya knew what we were going through and she didn’t even see Tanya when Tanya came over and begged to talk to her.

I let her mope. I let her practically starve. I let her be angry. I let her breakdown. I let her curse and be evil and mean to everybody in the house.  Because I was giving her time to process everything. I understood that it was hard for her. I know regardless of what she said, she didn’t want to lose that baby. And of course neither did I.

And I’mma be honest this shit was hard as hell for me too. I didn’t blame Amb or God, but I had been constantly praying for some answer as to why this had to happened to us.

Everyday there are parents who abuse their kids. Neglect them. Don’t want them period. And here Amb and I, not perfect parents, but willing to give our kids the world and ours is taking away.

I didn’t curse God, but I did demand an answer. I just wanted to know – why? If I knew it would help me sleep easier at night.

I knew why I lost Mel, it was to save my life. Had he not died, I would have been behind the cold bars of somebody’s prison or six fit below in a pauper’s grave.