We’re Not Right

This morning, while I was quietly working in my spot, catching up on all the things I’ve neglected while travelling and getting the kids adjusted to school,

My Lord Dr King came downstairs, made his coffee and breakfast, cleaned up and then came over, kissed me on the head and said “I’m off to work, seeya.”

Not one to be left out of the fun, I wished him a good day and told him I’d see him tonight….

It’s the little things that keep the spice in a marriage, right? Yes, it is I assure you.

Not 15 seconds later I received a txt…

We’re not right, truly!

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He works upstairs… in our apartment, in case you’re confused…

There are no words.

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      1. Hey, no problem at all. I wasn’t expecting it, although it may have seemed that way. We’re all very different since those days. One day I’ll pop up in NY.

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