Keeping Up With the Kuwonus

Do you even care?

Kamri's POV

After walking out of the house that day I went on a long drive and made a few decisions for the safety of my health and my kids. After picking them up from school I went back to the house packing our things and headed back home. Yep the kids and I have been staying in New Orleans with my sister for the past 2 weeks. It felt good to be back in my hometown but I still felt uneasy about the situation with Z. We've been together for 8 years to just give it all up in 1 week. I haven't seen or heard from him since I left and neither of us has made any effort to try to communicate afterwards. But why should I?! I've been the one doing most of the talking lately and all I get in response is a slap in the face when he shows me that he clearly don't give af about anything that I say to him.

On top of that I've been getting texts and calls from all of the boys and girls back in LA. Some asking or begging me to come back and others just making sure the kids and I are doing okay. Nick, Austin, and Maggie begging me to come back because they miss the kids and I and because Zion "needs" his family cough cough I call bullshit but whatever. Then there Kiana, Edwin, Brandon, Ansley, and Kaci who just want us to be safe. Saying I should take as much time as I need to get myself together and come back when I'm ready. Kiana and Kaci says fuck him and get me some New Orleans dick lol. And of course I hear nothing from Zion but social media and my girls tell me that he's just partying it up but all that's doing is fucking up his image considering paps are catching him partying every night with a different group of bitches and the world still thinks he have a beautiful marriage and family waiting for him at home while he's out ruining his life. I roll my eyes and ask God what the heck is going through Zion's mind every time I see a new article of him losing his shit. All I ask for is communication because no matter how much he fucked up I will always love him and I don't want to see him flush his career or life down the drain.

I don't realize I'm crying until my sister walks in the kitchen with Dion. Hey guess who's on the ph- what's wrong?! She asked. I wipe my eyes Nothing I'm good. So what were you saying? I ask trying to change the subject. Don't lie dummy. You were crying so what's up? She says sitting at the counter. I let out a chuckle as tears began to fall again, Is this really how my marriage is going to end. I say more as a statement than a question. Who said your marriage is ending? She says back. Come on! Let's be real here Ash everyone can literally see us crumbling. Caleb and I haven't had a proper conversation with each other in months! Everything turns into an argument especially with those stupid cameras following us! He lies straight to my face like it's nothing! He's partying every chance he gets, he's out getting cross faded as if his life freaking depended on it! Our kids hardly ever see him. Ziah is always asking questions that I just can't answer and my son needs his dad! But I don't know who that man is because he's not my husband, that's not my Caleb, Ashley. I just don't know what to do anymore. I express to him how I feel and he throws everything on me like I nag too much or he just simply doesn't respond like he doesn't care. So if he doesn't care about our marriage anymore then why should I be the only one fighting for us. I say as I'm sobbing.

I do care. I hear coming from her phone that Dion's been chewing on from across the counter. I look at Ashley confused. I was trying to tell you when I walked in that he called to talk to the kids. She says handing me her phone and leaving out of the kitchen. I see Zion's face on the screen sitting in what looks to be our living room in LA. Just seeing him breaks my heart a little more ... he doesn't look to good. He just doesn't seem like him anymore.