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"You don't have a job, Michael

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"You don't have a job, Michael." I said while looking at the shoes.

I was tired of going back and forth with this man. He had to prove to me that he had a job. All my life, for the last eleven years I've known him. I've never seen him fill out any application let alone a direct deposit sheet.

"I do! It's a cute salon. I'm just there to steal her clients." He shrugged his shoulder as he watched me pick out some heels.

"And why are you planning on putting your hands in other women heads?" I asked sitting down beside him.

Michael was my husband. I really claimed him as. We grew up together, meeting in sixth grade I had the biggest crush on him until tenth grade when he told me he was gay.

I was shocked but then I figured I just like my men a little gay.

He kept himself so clean and well dressed. He was intelligent and had everything I could ask for in a man. But yet, my vagina turns him off.

I didn't want him doing anyone else hair but mine and I hated when he thought he had to expand.

"Because when you're in school I have to keep up my lifestyle."

"Find a sugar daddy."

"I've been trying but they're just white men who want to suck my toes for free. Tell me their wives are fat but I see them in public and the wife is perfect."

I stared at him before laughing. That sounded too personal.

"Sounds like you've been through a lot."

"I have. I'm better off finding a sugar mama."

"But, she'll have a vagina and want you to lick it."

"Yuck. I couldn't even touch one on my good days."

I just shook my head while trying on the different heels. I had to buy myself a welcome home gift.

"Are you even going out this summer? You have a little fake excitement for the beginning you're making big plans only to stay inside." He said.

"I'm going to try and make the best of this one. It's just that orange is the new black comes out and I can't leave my house." I stood up with two boxes, giving them to the sales associate for her to ring them up before sitting back beside him.

"Let's hope. I want to take trips and do exciting things."

"Yeah we could go on baecations." I smiled at him while leaning close to his face and kissing his cheek.

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