17 years of friendship, 10 years of marriage, and three kids later Michael and Semaj seemingly have it all until life turns against them - and hits them hard.
Dedicated to:susiesjointz1) because it's her birthday and 2) she has literally begged me endlessly for this... for three months! Now... *in my toxic black mother voice yelling for no gotdamn reason* don't ask me for shit else!
authors note: i just wanna say i'm not dumb i know the difference between my homonyms but sometimes when i'm reading my chapters over it doesn't register in my brain that sale should be sell. Or dill should be deal. Or scent and cent. my brain automatically corrects itself when i'm reading my updates over and so a lot of the times i don't catch small errors. or sometimes I might spell a word wrong/use it out of context but again... i don't catch it bc my brain corrects it when i'm reading over it. i say that because i do get a lot of people trying to correct me and i just want y'all to know. i promise i'm not dumb. sometimes my brain moves faster than me and mistakes are made. but being corrected is really annoying and i be mad embarrassed so this is y'all one and only warning: correct me and i will block you shorty. and that's on marry had a liddle lamb. p.s. i just got off a 12 hour shift so y'all should cut me some slack anyway.
p.s.s. i'm not going to say this chapter is boring because it's not. it's actually entertaining but nothing drastic happens because i'm trying to build it up. however there's a flashback in this update and i try my hardest to show you all glimpses of semaj and michael's marriage life, their family dynamic, and their work lives. it'll all balance out later on i promise.
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I KNEW my wife like the back of hand after six months of just being together.
Why, she thought she could get anything passed me eighteen years later was damn near an insult to my intelligence.
I was close to callin' her, to confront her about the situation that had just come to my attention when the knock on the bedroom door-and Camille's head pokin through when I asked wassup-shifted that attention.
