A City of Milk and Honey

Widow

When you hear all the stories about the person you love, you tend to be numb to that person's bad habits.

They say in the land of milk and honey all you see is paradise. But for me the land of milk and honey has always been a place of passion and poison. I have been living in my own personal hell for as long as I could remember. Everyone says that I am such a lucky woman to be married to a man who gives me anything that I want, but am I really so lucky that in order to get anything, I have to give him something in return. Something that I don't want to give him even if I wanted to?

I told him no on our wedding night. He said he respected my wishes and he will wait. I told him no on our one year anniversary and again he said he would select my wishes. After the 5th year he got tired and tried to take from me what I hold dear. But, I wasn't having it. I fought him tooth and nail and from that day forward he would beat me. Beat me in ways I have never been hurt before.

He got a girlfriend during the first half of this year. Brought the skank home almost every night and tied me to a chair so I could watch them and if I didn't watch he would hit me and let the bitch beat up on me. Now, I would fight her back in the beginning but because I used to beat her ass, he always found himself joining in and they would beat up on me together.

Now I know you wondering why it is I have not left him yet or why I haven't called the police. When you're rich you have connections with other people of power. It's been a hard six years. I was kind and vibrant young woman at one point. Now I am a vengeful woman out to get justice for the wounds that I have endured.

Married at the age of nineteen to a man I thought loved me without a care in the world. Boy, was I wrong. His side bitch moved in. She ended up pregnant. Doubt that's his kid tho. I sleep in the guest room while they have the master bedroom, but I don't care. I'm just waiting for the right moment when the man that has always had my back finally returns from hell. Only then would I truly be happy. In his arms, the only place I have ever felt safe.

I was in my senior year of high school when he went to the military. It was hard but I had to let him go. It was a year after he left that I was just starting to get over him and ended up dating my current husband. I remember when I got the news of my first love going to jail for trying to take over a whole country. I still laugh at that situation. 

His name is N'Jadaka but he also goes by the name Erik Stevens Aka Killmonger. When N'Jadaka did what he did, I had turned my back on him and married this fool of a man that I'm with now, but on my 21st birthday I received a letter from none other than Mr. Killmonger himself. From that day we have written each other over 1460 letters. And with each letter I find myself falling harder for the man I once loved before. This year I will be twenty-five and this year I plan to stop being the nice person that everyone knows me as. So by this time tomorrow I will be a widow.

A widow with enough money than I know what to do with and that bitch that's living in my house will be a homeless street rat with nothing to her name but the skin on her flesh.