Theresa's POV:
I feel bad for not being able to pick the kids up from school but because I'm the owner of my store, I have to stay late.
While cleaning up, a tall, dark haired man with a beard & really tan skin walks in.
Me: I'm closed. Sorry.
Man: Ohh. I'm sorry.
Me: It's fine. It's my fault. I forgot to put the CLOSED sign up. Do you want me to get you something to drink?
Man: No thank you. I'm just gonna go. *walking out*
1O o'clock came by & I finally went home.
Me: I'm so exhausted!
Dean: Hmmm, I know. How was work?
Me: Same shit just different day. Did the kids bathe & brush their teeth before bed?
Dean: Yes they did. You know, there sleeping, right? *touching & kissing me*
Me: Dean, I'm not in th mood tonight. *pushing him off of me*
Dean: We haven't had sex in a while! What the fuck? *angry*
Me: Why are you so mad for?
Dean: Because I haven't had sex in a while & everytime I try to have sex with you, you always say 'I'm tired.' Well, so am I! But I would still wanna have sex! You're my wife for Christ sake.
Me: I'm not fighting with you. I'm going to bed. Night.
