Life After Marriage Book 3

The Perils of Being An Older Wife Part 1

**** Thank you to each and every one who is rocking with me on this story. I know some people opted not to read it because they feel Amb and Aug have ran their course. And trust me I am not angry. I apperciate them just as much as I apperciate you and I totally understand. And for those that want to see my writing with other characters besides Aug and Amb I will update the other stories, but I just felt like there was so much more life in them that I had to do it. 

And I honestly, honestly, honestly from the bottom of my heart apperciate every single person that votes and comments. I know don't respond all the time, but I read them. And you guys really just make my life. I don't think you understand. Never hestiate to inbox me or write on my wall. Never hestistae to be honest about how you truly feel. I am not one of those writers who says I want feedback but then only want you to tell me I am great. If you are reading this, you deserve a top notch story and I am willing to do whatever it takes to do that. 

Wishing you all the best during finals!

AMBER P.O.V.

“Did you see her ass tho?”

I stopped at the top of the basement stairs when I heard Sneak’s question to Aug.

“Make a nigga wish he wasn’t married. Whoo….damn.” Aug said in a lustful tone.

“She the type that uh make you break them vowels my nigga.” Sneak and Aug laughed together.

Aug started coughing from laughing so hard.

“And the thing is, she was ugly as hell in high school.” Aug added.

“I know bruh. Fat and sloppy.”

“Uhh.” Aug said with a disgusted voice. “I remember that shit.” He said with his mouth full of something, crunching.  

“Bruh she came up to the desk today, like Corey you don’t remember me?”

“And I’m like nah. She like it’s Regina boah. You know she still got that thick Nola accent like Muk.”

“When she brought her son back there to me I was like this can’t be the Regina I remember. Small world. She in Georgia now, you might want to get at that. That is if I don’t get at that first.”

“Nigga.” Sneak sucked his teeth.

August laughed.

I finally decided to walk down the stairs and give them the beers they asked for. I handed one to Sneak.

“Thanks Amb.”

I handed the other to Aug, who was eating a bag of Flaming Hots.

“Thanks baby.”  He puckered his lips for me to kiss him.

“Not right now.” I sighed.

“What’s wrong?” He pulled me on his lap, rubbing my back. He was reclined back in the chair.

“I’m just tired.” I sighed and ran my hands through my hair.

“Aight then go get you some rest. Love you.” He kissed my cheek and I got up

I silently went upstairs to my room trying to process the conversation I just heard.  I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the back of my walk-in closet door.

I looked at my face which had no make- up on. I looked at my flabby arms. I lifted my tank and looked at my stomach that was now scarred from the C-Section I had with A3 because the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck and if we had a natural birth, he would’ve died.

I looked at my thighs in my shorts that looked like fucking tiger prints on my dark skin  from all the damn stretch marks. I was repulsed by everything. I couldn’t find one single thing about myself that I liked in that moment.