Unapologetic Curves (Sample)

Chapter 1 Michelle: Wish Your Love Away...

"Baby, I don't think we can afford this house." I looked to my boyfriend of three years. Every day I spent with him seemed to be an adventure. It didn't matter if we were studying in our cramped apartment or enjoying a night out on the town. Everything about Eric excited me. It was evident he was just as much in love with me as I was in love with him based off this house. Thirteen thousand square feet, five bedrooms, five full bathrooms, and four half bathrooms sitting on two acres of land averaging at $453 per square foot was entirely too much for just the two of us.
"Baby, nothing is too much for our future. With this new promotion I might be getting, we will be fine. It's the perfect house. It's in the neighborhood you wanted and everything. You told me to find us a home, and baby, I'm telling you... this it."
Anyone could see the thrill in his eyes from a mile away, but I wasn't convinced. I asked him to find a home that we could build a family in a couple months back but only if he was serious about our future. We were in the middle of an argument, and I didn't even think he was listening to me.
"Listen to yourself, babe... the position you might get. You haven't gotten the promotion yet. What if we get this house, and you don't get promoted? Then we would be stuck in over five million dollars' worth of debt." Letting go of my hands, Eric backed away from me, staring at me as if I had shattered his dreams. As much as he hated to realize it, I knew we couldn't afford this house. I had given in to enough of his schemes to know that this wasn't a good investment. I was fresh out of college, and I'd be damned if I took on such a huge expense.
"Here you go again with this shit."
"Eric, you and I both know you're not being rational." I didn't intend on him being so adamant about this. Two days ago, I was just the fat bitch he called to get a quick nut. Now, all of a sudden, I was the future mother of his kids.
"Damn, Michelle. Can you have some faith in me? Huh? I work my ass off to make sure I'm able to provide the best for us. Would it kill you to have a little fucking faith in me? Why can't you have faith in me the same way I have faith in you?"
I could feel the warm tears as they trickled down my face, and I looked down at the beautiful mahogany floors.
"Could you stop yelling, please? I have faith in you, but—"
"But what? Baby, have I ever let you down before? You know I would never put you in a situation if I felt like I couldn't come through. I need you to trust me, and let me be a man." I kept my mouth closed. As many times as he had let me down, I had every reason in the world to doubt him.Every time he called me out of my name and the countless amount of times he stood me up, all the reason as to why I shouldn't trust him..
Yes, he was a great man. He did everything in his power to make sure I was happy when things were good, but when it came to finances, Eric was simply not to be trusted. I worked my ass off to get the both of us through school. Still working two jobs and trying to maintain through school, we both ended up with student loan debt. I was a nurse practitioner, and Eric worked in marketing. We managed to pay off the student loan debt, but the aftermath left us damn near homeless. We barely made it out of the last scheme he'd concocted. Every man had his flaws, and as his woman, I should stand by him, right? We were just getting back on good terms, and I really didn't want to be back in the same space.
"I trust you, and if you feel this house is where our home should be, then I trust you, but promise me you won't let me down this time."

I hated the day I ever laid eyes on that bastard. I gave him damn near six years of my life, and he did me like this. For six years, I put my better judgement aside, and I allowed him to be the center of my world. In return, he gave me his ass to kiss. I stayed by his side, even when he didn't have a pot to piss in. I took care of him for more than half of our relationship. I thought I could mold Eric into the man I needed him to be, but there was no point in me trying to raise a grown ass man.
I wish I'd seen the signs before we got to this point. Nothing was the same anymore. He didn't make love to me the way he did before. The random I love you had long gone and were replaced with words of ridicule and hatred. Each time, I put my feelings aside and ate his words. He's stressed. He didn't mean it. He loves you. He's just having a hard time showing it. I can make this work. I just have to make him happy.