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it kills me - keith powers

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Lately everything in my life has just been going wrong.

My friends are turning their backs on me, because apparently I spend too much time working and worrying about my "no good ass husband." My boss at work is on my ass because I've been late a lot lately. Usually from oversleeping from staying up too late waiting on said "no good ass husband."

And when he does get home we always end up in an argument.

Something is telling me Keith is out doing his dirt and I know I sound like a dumbass for staying but I just love him too much to let him go.

Keith has always been there for me. Even when my own family turned their backs on me he was always there.

So now here I am, sitting on the couch at 3 am waiting for him to walk through the door to start our nightly routine.

The front door creaks open and I can see him trying to inch his way into the house without making too much noise. As he closes the door I pull the string to the lamp illuminating my face and the living room with light.

"Shit", he curses to himself.

"You damn right. Why in the hell are you just coming home at 3 in the morning Keith", I say rising to my feet, tightening my silk robe around my body.

"Babe, I was working late and I got a little carried aw-"

"BULLSHIT! I called the receptionist at the office and she said you clocked out around 10 so Im gone give you 5 seconds to think of another tired ass lie", I yell.

His face twisted with anger and frustration, "What the fuck Daisha?! Why would you call my job? I could get fired!"

"Good, maybe you'll actually spend more time at home with your wife", I say with a slight smirk.

He turns to go upstairs, "You know what I don't have time for this shit. I'm going to take a shower then I'm going to bed."

I watch as he walks up the stairs away from me and our conversation.

My lip quivers as I can feel myself getting ready to start crying, but I refused to let this go on any longer.

I marched up the stairs into our bedroom about to give Keith a piece of my mind until I heard a buzzing sound coming from our bed.

As I walked over I noticed it was his phone vibrating from a text notification from someone named "Pepi 💋💦".

First of all, what the fuck kind of name is that? Second of all, why in the blue hell is she texting him at 3 in the morning?

But we shall see.

I typed in our anniversary and of course his phone unlocked because Keith was never smart enough to change his password.

The message read, "bby tonight was so fun even tho u left me sore. i know u won't text me back right now cause the mrs. is probably breathing down your back but hmu when u can 💋."

Smoke was practically blowing through my ears. Keith really fucking this bitch. And my dumb ass is here trying to give him the benefit of the fucking doubt and he out here playing me like I'm stupid .

This shit won't be happening again, because i'm leaving.

Keith's showers always took a long ass time so I know I had enough time to pack what I needed. I could come back and get the rest of my things later.

I took a duffle bag out of the closet and started throwing all the things I knew i would need inside plus a little extra. Just enough to keep me until I felt ready to come back and get my other things.

While I was packing my anger slowly started to fade and I could feel the sadness start to sink in.

When I was done I decided to leave him a note so he wouldn't try to blow up my phone when he realized I was gone.

"Dear Keith,

I can't do this anymore. I've tried to be the best wife I possibly could but apparently that wasn't good enough and it kills me that you don't realize how much I really love you. I hope Pepi gives you everything I never could and that you two are happy together. I'll be sending the divorce papers in the mail a few days from now and I hope you won't make this too difficult for the both of us. Just know I loved you with all I had, but I'm tired."

When I was finished writing my face and half of the letter was soaked with tears. I slid my wedding ring off my finger and placed it on top of the letter beside his phone since I knew that was the first thing he would look at when he got out of the shower.

I slid on a hoodie and some sweatpants, grabbed my duffle, and walked down the stairs and out the door.

As I got in the car I almost broke down but I made myself promise to keep it together.

"Come on Daisha you will be okay. He does not deserve you and you are doing what's best for you," I spoke to myself.

I cranked up my car and bagged out of the driveway. I then turned and drove away, leaving my house and my broken marriage behind me.

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