Log Off (Lesbian)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Shaynah

 

Is he kidding me?  He has to be.  I thought this for the thousandth time since I married Davis's ass five years ago.  He is a slob.  Not just your run of the mill slob either.  He has no home training at all.  NONE!

 

The nigga obviously thought I was his own personal maid and I guess that's my fault.  I've been babying his sorry ass for years now.  It seemed to be the thing to do you know?  Take care of your man.  Make sure he was happy, loved and cared for.  Make sure that you cook for his ungrateful ass and lets not forget, fucking his brains out.

 

These are my duties since I have become Mrs.Shaynah Deed.  You know what?  The duties suck.  Actually I was finding married life in general to suck.  I don't see what the big hype is and I'm sorely embarrassed to think that I would end up living some kind of fairytale.

 

When I was a little girl I always dreamed of Prince Charming.  In my dreams he would always come and rescue me and of course we would live happily ever after.  I was ten.  What did I know?

 

My name is Shaynah Deed and this is my fucked up story.

 

I closed my laptop down, feeling disappointed.  Everyday I tried to document my life and everyday I failed.  Maybe it was because Davis was always in the back of my mind.

"No grown woman keeps a diary."  Or "Why do you want to waste your time being petty?"

 

There were often the things he said to me when I tried to convey to him the importance of writing down what I was feeling.  As a child, even up into my adulthood, I wrote.  It was my thing.  Just having the freedom to write down exactly what is on your mind, with no preying eyes near, did wonders for me.  But then I got married.

 

See when I met Davis I was twenty five and he was twenty six.  I was at a local club with my girls, doing all the things I should not have been doing and loving every minute of it.  I was wild back then.  Always the life of the party.  Hell back then I lived to party.  I was on the dance floor backing that thang up when I felt haps on my hips.  When I looked over my shoulder, I swore I fell in love that instant.

 

In my drunken haze I had deemed that man as my Prince Charming.  He was perfect to me.  Tall, brown skinned and in shape.  The way I felt his manhood grinding against my ass definitely impaired my judgement.  Right then and there he was the total package.

 

Yet from the beginning... after our wild night of sex.  I knew something was off.  But I continued to see him.  We dated for almost a year before deciding to get married at the courthouse and move in together.  Rather him move into my house.

I was blessed.  My grandmother had just passed a few months prior.  Not that that was a blessing.  The blessing came from the house that she left me.  Her home.  As the only grandchild it went to me.  My parents did not want or need it.  Hell they were finally living their dream and were traveling the world.

 

So I married Davis and into our new home we did move.  That's where it all began.  The realization that I married a fucking frog.  Prince Charming my ass.  As soon as he dropped his two duffel bags and four cardboard boxes onto the living room floor, I knew we were going to have problems.