Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston

What I Need to Work On

Whitney Pov

I decided to go to Barcelona. Its a beautiful city. Is it a city? Or country? I dont care. It's peaceful and I'm sure I wont be mobbed. I've preformed there once and I've always wanted to go back but has always been to busy to do so.

Michael was what worried me. He was a little too eager as I packed, as we drove to the air port, got on the plane. It was making me anxious. This was a perfect opportunity for him to be a sneak. I was in Rehab (two miles from home) when he first did it. Now I'm gonna be across the world. And he'll be back here, screwing another lady.

No. I should have faith in him. He promised he wouldnt do that agin. As his wife, I should believe him. But, I must admit, I had not once ounce of faith in him. Men are sneaky baboons! He would cheat day and night until I came home. Maybe in our bed...

I arrive at Barcelona at three in the morning. I checked in my hotel, recived a few hugs and signed papers, then headed straight up. It was a little too big for one person. That upsetted me for some reason I cant comprehend. I went straight to bed.

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I've been here for only three days and I'm already homesick. I should've brought a picture of one of Jasmine's toys or Michael's glasses. Something that makes me feel as if they're here with me. Nope. I'm all alone. Only people I come in contact with is room service and the house keeper.

It's good to be alone. I need to be collecting my thoughts. From what though? I have many problems to sort out but I dont know what they are. Have you ever had that feeling? You dont know what's wrong with you? It's annoying. I know I have to do something about Brown. But that's last on my list. He's irrelevant at the present moment. I need to worry about my marriage. Did I mention how good the recliner on the balcony feels? Well, it feels great. That's also irrelevent. I sat in it, soaking up the sun and just thinking to myself.

Ever since he's cheated, we haven't been the same. We still argue and talk the same but the spark between us dimmed dramtically. It's like a light in a room. At first, its bright as heaven. Then as time goes on, it gets dimmer then dimmer until BAM! It blows. And I dont want that to happen. I refuse to let that bitch ruin us any farther.

So, when I return home, I'm gonna try. I honestly dont even know if Michael still loves me. Sometimes I think he does. When he kisses or hugs me and things like that. But sometimes, he just doesnt say anything. Maybe, he's tired of my BS. Does he want a divorce? Is he planning on leaving me? No he would tell me.

He has plenty of reasons to divorce me. He's said it himself, I'm selfish and mean. The only nice thing I've done for him was give birth to the baby. That's it! He's made me Pepsi Shakes, he made sure I had chocolate and pain killers for when Mother Nature decides to be a bitch. He's done alot but going down the list will be too much. He's been great to me while I've been a jerk to him.

What else do I do wrong? Well, back to the mean thing. I honestly dont think I am mean. I only speak my mind. And if people cant handle it, they should stop talking to me. That makes me outspoken. It's a big difference.

So that's what I need to work on. Controlling what comes out of my mouth before my words hurt people.

-Sorry if it's a bad chapter 😰 . I am in a rush to go somewhere . 🏃

-ChunkyMonkey🙊