More Than Enough ⚀ [COMPLETED]

Chapter 23 Fighting To Make It

Just when I thought life couldn't get any better and everything was all peaches and cream, once again things began to go left. The only difference was this time it was just Brad and I, no outside people.

On our vacation he started acting crazy like his past was haunting him or something. He would constantly bring up things from his past and nag and fuss about it. I knew he was scared to love and so was I, but I embraced it. I thought he was doing the same until he started changing. While we were on vacation he started drinking and coming home late. Brad had never been a drinker.

When I would ask where he'd been, he would go off. I wasn't the one to deal with that. Knowing he still had some things to deal with, I honestly didn't think it would be all of what I was now seeing. Yet, he constantly expressed his love for me and I believed in my heart that it was genuine.

On the third day of our vacation, he came home at two in the morning again. By this time I had had enough. He didnt call, he didn't text, and he wouldn't even respond to my calls and text. This particular night he came in without saying anything. I got up out of the chair because I couldn't sleep up worried sick about him. My first instinct was to slap him, but I refrained from doing so. Instead I questioned him about where he had been.

So you have nothing to say "Nothing to say about what Alisha?" He was sluring and staggering while he paced back and forward like he didn't know where he was.

This is the third night we have been here and you been coming home at 2 in the morning every night. You have nothing to say about why I haven't heard from you, or why your just coming home, or why you smell like alcohol? "Alisha c-chill. I don't have time for this. I'm tired and I don't have to explain nothing. I'm a grown man." I'm steaming angry and I'm ready to leave Brad. He had better been thankful that it was 2 in the morning. Brad what is wrong with you? I have been calling and texting you and you haven't even had the decency to respond. I refuse to put myself through this. These past few nights I been up worried sick and all you have to say is that "you a grown man! "Look, I'm not used to this Alisha. I can't love you like you deserve to be loved. I have tried, but I just can't because I'm not that man. My daddy disowned me because I couldn't be that man. The only thing I'm used to is using women for sex."

He walked to the bed still staggering and sat down. His eyes was blood shot red. For the first time since we been together, I didn't melt at the sight of his beautiful green eyes. Brad, I have fought for you and for this relationship. I pulled myself out of my comfort zone because I thought what we had was real. "This is all to much. I'll see you in the morning." He went to the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the shower. Since he didnt have anything to say, I knocked on the door and screamed, "I'm leaving in the morning." I sat in the chair angry and heart broken. Thinking to myself this could not be life right now after all that I had just went through. I found myself sitting up all night watching the clock while he slept. Three, four, five. It was 6:15 and I changed into my running clothes and left Brad asleep in the bed. This run was much needed to clear my head.

There was a diner on the route where I was running. It seemed busy. I assumed since it was so early, people were stopping in for breakfast. Continuing my run I passed it by. On the way back to the house, I noticed the business at the diner was steady so I stopped by. Pushing the door opened the smell of fresh food hit my nose. My mouth watered and my stomach growled at the scent of waffles, sausage, and eggs in the air. It must have been the special of the day because as I passed by each booth looking for a seat that's all I saw everybody eating.

"Can we help you ma'am?" A short, older lady with white hair called out in her country accent from the other side of the counter. I walked to the counter and took a seat on the bar stool that was closest to her. Yes ma'am, I'm here on vacation and I was looking for something good to have for breakfast after my morning run. "My dear, you have come to right place," she said smiling from ear to ear. "We have two specials for the day. You can get the Waffle Breakfast Platter or the Waffle Brunch Platter." They both sounded so good, I had and extrememly hard time choosing. What do you recommend Uhm? "Names Lou Ann. You can call me Lou for short." I smiled, Lou what do you recommend. "I personally don't like neither." My eyes grew in curiosity and my mouth flew open at her reply. Before I could respond she laughed and said, "Just kiddin' darlin'. I like the Breakfast Platter Better." I'll have that then, I said.