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I woke up this morning feeling a lot better than I did last night. I just had wave of positivity come over me.
I just felt good, like I could tackle anything. I knew that I had to pick myself up and pull myself together. I couldn't just wallow in self-pity. I've got too much to worry about and too much to do, so I might as well be positive with the situation I have.
I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Michael in the kitchen cooking.
"Hey," he said as he looked up and noticed me.
"I thought I told you to leave last night," I said.
"Bey-," he started before I cut him off.
"And from what I remember, you agreed to leave too, so why are you still here?," I asked him.
"Because I was wrong last night. I shouldn't have come in with that attitude," he said as he walked over to me.
"Yeah, you shouldn't have," I said as I folded my arms and stepped back.
"Come on Bey. Don't be like that. You know I love you," he said.
"And I love you too, but I don't know if I can keep doing this Michael," I told him.
"I'm sorry Bey. I really am. I'm not proud of what happened last night or the things that I said. I was drunk and-," he explained before I cut him off.
"A drunk mind speaks a sober heart," I said to him.
"Bey, I'm a doctor, so I can tell you for a fact that's not true," he chuckled.
"Whatever Michael. I don't have time for your nonsense. I'm not hearing any type of apology worth a shit, and I've gotta get to work," I told him as I headed towards the front.
"Wait Bey. Hold on. Wait. I'm trying to apologize Bey. Look I cooked your favorite for breakfast," he said causing me to stop in my tracks.
"I don't care," I lied knowing damn well that I love food, and it's the way to my heart.
