...And Family Drama Just Won't Stop III by Daniel Whyte Iii & Meriqua Whyte

Author:Daniel Whyte Iii & Meriqua Whyte [Whyte, Daniel Iii & Whyte, Meriqua]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Christian, Women's Fiction, Domestic Life, 30 Minutes (12-21 Pages), Genre Fiction, Family Life
Amazon: B00T85XFP0
Publisher: Torch Legacy Serials
Published: 2015-02-04T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 3

“But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.”

Isaiah 64:6

It was two in the morning when Kirby dragged himself out of the bed. He trudged into the kitchen to get something to drink and something to eat. The hunger pangs hurt almost as badly as his head. He fixed a bowl of the chicken, broccoli, and rice Kristy had prepared the previous day. After placing it in the microwave, he took the glass of grape juice he had poured himself and walked into the living room. He was surprised to see his wife curled up on one corner of the couch with the remote control in her hand. The television was on mute. Kirby cautiously sat down on the other end of the couch. The beeping from the microwave broke the silence.

“Kristy, we can handle this… we can make it … we can talk and…”

Kristy did not take her eyes off the television as she forcefully punched the buttons on the remote control. “Oh, so now it is ‘we’? Where was ‘we’ when you were so-called counseling that underage girl? Where was ‘we’ when you didn’t spend Christmas with your own children, and instead spent Christmas with her? Where was ‘we’ when you were in bed with her?”

Kirby tried to respond.

“I do not want to hear it, Kirby,” Kristy said. “’We’ should have been in our bed when you got the urge. But no-o you had to go rob the cradle. Tell me, is she that much better than me?”

“No, Kristy. She’s … just … a temptation the devil threw my way. It’s my weakness as I’ve already shared with you. The devil knows that… and … well, he just threw it at me again and again, and …”

“The devil, my foot! We give the devil too much credit for our own foolishness. That’s an excuse. Be a man and take responsibility for all of it. Now, you had better get out of my sight before I blow my top,” Kristy said.

“I thought your top was already blown,” Kirby said.

“On second thought,” she said rising from the couch, “no, I’m not going to blow my top. You spend the night on the couch. I’m not going to let you put me out of my bed. Or is it ‘our’ bed?”

Kristy tossed the remote control on the couch and strode towards the door.

“You know,” she said pausing at the door, “the strange thing about this confession is, you never once said, ‘I’m sorry.’ You never once tried to ask for my forgiveness. But that’s all right.”

She hurried on to the bedroom leaving her husband speechless.

The following morning when Kirby awakened, Kristy and the children were gone. It’s not even nine o’clock yet, he thought as he glanced around the undisturbed kitchen. How did they leave without my hearing them?

He placed a call to Carlita, their

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