Alesha was sitting in bed watching television when she heard a knock at the door. She paused the television, made her way to the door and peeked through the peephole. It was her husband, Keith, standing there with their 3-year-old daughter asleep in his arms. She sighed at the sight of him before opening the door.
"Hey", he said quietly, careful not to wake Kalisa.
"Hey", she said dryly.
She stepped aside to let him in so he could put their daughter into bed. She then went into the kitchen and took out a bottle of champagne and poured herself a glass. She took a few sips before putting the glass on the kitchen counter. She looked up to see Keith standing there watching her.
"So are you ready to talk to me now or are you still on the immature shit?" he asked.
She folded her arms across her chest and squinted her eyes at him. "Excuse you?"
He sighed. "How long are you going to play this fuckin game? You don't answer the phone when I call, you don't answer my texts...you made your point so you could stop playing these little kid ass games and bring your ass back home", he demanded.
"Come home? I think not. I rather stay here in this hotel than to continue to put up with you and your bullshit. Sometimes I feel like you don't even value me anymore as your wife"
"I do value you but I'm the husband and I wear the motherfuckin pants, and you need to understand that what I say goes without question. You really think throwing a hissy fit and shit, packing up and leaving while I was a way on business was going to fix anything?"
"What do you suggest would fix our problems Keith?" She asked sarcastically. "Because whenever I talk to you about anything you never listen to me. Everything is always your way or no way, I'm never included in any of the decisions we make as a family. You treat me like a child instead of your wife! You don't take me serious or care about anything that I have to say but now that I'm not home to cook, clean and cater to your every little need you suddenly care about fixing our problems?"
"Our problems fuckin started when you had another nigga texting your phone", he grilled her.
"Ryan has nothing to do with our problems...and I keep telling you me and him are just friends...and I wouldn't have to be speaking to him so much if my own husband would listen to me sometime"
"I don't want to hear that 'friend' shit Alesha. You keep on trying me and I'm go pop you in your fuckin mouth", he angrily said, stepping closer to her. Scared, she backed away from him.
This was another thing Alesha hated about her husband. He had a huge temper on him, and al though he never raised his hand at her he always made threats.
"Whatever Keith...get out!" She shouted.
She was tired of arguing with him and they were clearly getting nowhere with each other.
"You know what man? Fuck this shit...Let me know when you done being a fuckin hoe and ready to come back home".
Keith threw her bottle of champagne against the wall in anger and stormed out of the door. As soon as he left, she broke down crying. She missed him but she was fed up with how he treated her.
Keith got into his car and made his way to the park to pick Keenan up from football practice. At 11 years old, Keenan was Keith and Alesha's oldest child out of the two they had. They had him when they were teenagers; Keith was 18 and Alesha was only 16. When Alesha's strict parents found out she was pregnant they kicked her out but Keith's family took her in and cared for her as if she was one of their own.
