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beginning to think I’m the reason for his weight gain. Nahhh! He’s in charge of his own weight. I will not add that to my list of stress.
    “Honey, don’t you think you should have taken your time eating that food?” I asked with a sympathetic tone. He had crumbs on his shirt, making me wonder what the napkin he had tucked in his shirt was for.
    “Yes, dear, I know I should eat slower, but I have mountains of work to do on my desk. I needed to cut some time out of somewhere to compensate for the lack of time in the day.”
    “Honey, I know that seems logical, but at the same time you are cutting time off of your life expectancy as well. It‘s just not healthy. I can‘t sit here and watch you eat yourself into a casket.” His face flushed from content to depressed, all in a matter of seconds.
    “You’re right, Grace.” He took the napkin from around his neck, wiped his face, and pushed away from the table. Something he should have been doing long before now. “Next week I’ll put myself on a strict diet.” He got up, removed his plate and mine and casually walked toward the kitchen in the back of the house.
    “I’ve heard that before,” I mumbled under my breath.
    David walked back from inside the kitchen seconds later, walked up to me, and kissed me on the cheek. “Grace, you’ve put on a couple of pounds as well. I suggest you start the diet with me.”
    I wanted to bust him upside his head for that comment, but I let him slide since I had noticed the weight gain myself. “We can even work out together like we used to do,” he suggested. The smile on his face was one of genuine love. I saw his eyes glimmer with memories of our beginnings. I take it he too wanted to go back to when we first started dating. He didn’t know that was also all a lie.
    “Sure,” was the only response I could get out of my mouth. I was not ready for this. My opening my big mouth always seems to get me into more undesired tasks. And keeping my weight together is a task in itself.
    “I’ll be in my office for a little while, catching up on some paperwork. I’ll be up later on.”
    “Well, don’t fall asleep at your desk like you did the last time,” I spoke as he headed toward his office.
    I in turn wiped off the table, vacuumed the carpet around where he and I ate, and made my way upstairs to take a shower. I was exhausted and a nice, hot shower always did the trick for me. I was in and out of the shower within twenty minutes, making my way into my walk-in closet to pull out a bra and panty set to sleep in. In my closet was a mirror that stretched from the floor almost to the ceiling. I posed a couple of times and surveyed the extra weight my husband said that I had picked up.
    “It’s not that bad.” I did notice that I was beginning to grow a mushroom stomach and my arms were getting to be a little bit flabby. I had a plan to indeed work out with my husband. And maybe, we could work on our marriage as well. Our sex life is almost nonexistent; besides, the little bit I do get only lasts a couple of minutes before his big ass is out of breath, huffing and puffing next to me saying, “Damn, baby that was good.” So many nights I wanted to roll over and smother him with my pillow while screaming, “Is this good? Is this good, muthafucka?”, but I didn’t, I just let that shit roll off my back like oil and water.
    I flicked on the plasma television and found something to watch that would put me to sleep. Eventually I fell off to sleep, hoping my life would be different when I woke up.
     
     
    Later that night ...
    “Hello,” I whispered into my cell phone. My husband was snoring so loud in the bed that you would have thought that we fucked twelve times. He didn’t even move when I got out of the bed and grabbed my terry cloth robe off of the end of the bed. I walked down my stairs with a lot still on my mind. I was glad it wasn’t Ashley on the phone, but I wasn’t completely happy about who was on the