Take Me With You (Lesbian Story)

JaThea: The Married Life: Surprises

I've always thought that getting married to the person you love dearly would make things easier, that you wouldn't worry that much when you two have an argument because when it's all said and done you are still bonded in marriage so it'll be easier to reconcile, to apologize, to win them back. But it's not. And marriage wouldn't save your ass from getting whipped because you got home later than usual.

"Jade? What are you doing?! What's with all your bags?!"

"I can't take it anymore Althea... I thought things would get better in the long run you told me you'd quit the company for me, for our family... but it's been a year now and I'm still waiting for you even until this late?! Have you forgotten that there's already someone waiting for you for dinner?! I'm getting tired of this. I'll just be at my parents, let's continue this talk, when you have decided which or who's the better priority."

I just got home from meeting with our business partners who came all the way from Malaysia and Singapore that's why I got home late. Uncle Lucky was in a convention in the US that's why he asked me to take charge.

All day. Jade preoccupied my head all day, it's her free day and I know I should be with her and it irritates me so much but what can I do, it would be downright disrespectful to let anyone other than me to meet with the big bosses from Singapore, so even though Mr. Jung was talking about something about expanding the Dorchester SG to Malaysia, I was just smiling at my crotch where I have my phone and was secretly drool over my wife's photo on her wedding dress. Can you blame me? I know it's been almost a year now but Jade on her wedding gown was just monumental, Jade on her PJs was undoubtedly adorable, Jade on her Sunday dress was still breathtaking and Jade on her dancing clothes was smoking hot.

But as soon as I opened the front door of our house and saw her bags the thought of spending the night cuddling with my favorite person in bed was aptly stolen from me by own wife. I felt my heart wrenched.

I didn't know how or where it all even started, we agreed that nothing would change; we'll still handle our businesses now that it has grown so much since we got married. I was even starting to think that we could just stay at home and spend more time together since everything flows fluidly. And I was just about to tell her about it on our first year anniversary on Friday.

Yes, it's been a year now since we vowed to keep our love alive in each other's hearts. It's only been a year but time seemed to pass faster than we notice it. Don't get me wrong I love the life with Jade, I really do and I still love it and will love it till the day I die. My love for her is that strong. And I am not overly describing anything. This love is just so precious and overflowing it shows in everything that we do.

That's why I don't understand why she's fuming mad when I got home. I didn't forget to tell her about the meeting and she knows so well that uncle Lucky wasn't around. She's not like this. She's never been like this.

I vow to look passed my judgment and understand you instead of arguing with you.

That was my favorite part of her vow, you ask why? Because I am unpredictable, or I'm just hard to read sometimes, Jade told me once that she had fallen in love with my complexities. So she vowed to always try to understand me, no matter what happens and now I am thinking that a year of understanding me has already taken it's toll. And now I am watching her pull out from the driveway of our house.

Frustration and stress washed over me as the distance between us grew. After her car disappeared, I felt defeated and I already miss her; I slowly walked back to our living room, took the phone and dialed her mom's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey mom..."

"Oh Althea, you called? Is there something wrong? You sound sad?"