Page 25 of I Heard It All Before

“I keep telling you that school shit just ain’t for me, Demi. The only thing I know how to do is get money and that’s what I’m doing.”

“So, where does that leave us Kamari? I’m against this and my feelings won’t change,” Demi noted.

“Baby, I love you more than I love myself. I don’t want us to be at odds with each other over this. I just need you to understand my reasoning and support my decisions,” Kamari begged.

“You sound like a damn fool. You’re asking me, your wife, who’s an attorney, to support your decision to be a dope dealer. You can’t be serious.You’re not a teenager anymore Kamari. You’re a grown ass man with grown man responsibilities,” Demi fussed.

“You act like I’m trying to do this shit forever. I just want a little more time to make sure we’re financially stable,” Kamari pointed out.

“Oh, please Kamari. I’ve heard all that shit before. Weeks turn into months and months turn into years. Miss me with your false promises. Your word doesn’t mean a damn thing to me anymore,” Demi countered as she grabbed her purse and prepared to leave.

“Baby wait, please don’t leave,” Kamari begged as he pulled Demi back and hugged her.

She was a fool and she knew it, but she wrapped her arms around her husband and melted into his tight embrace. Demi was stuck. She loved her husband, but she didn’t agree with the lifestyle that he was trying to force her to live. She was all set and ready to give him a time frame to be done with his illegal hobby, when something else dawned on her.

“Wait a minute,” Demi said as she pulled away from him

“What’s wrong? Kamari asked.

“You said that you went to drop something off to somebody the night that I followed you to that house,” Demi remembered.

“Yeah, I did, why?” Kamari questioned.

“I was on my way home when you were pulling off, and I followed you to that house,” Demi continued.

“Okay baby, what are you saying?” Kamari questioned, urging her to get to the point.

“You left from the house with drugs, which means that the drugs had to already be here. Oh, my God, Kamari! You have fucking drugs in our house. Are you crazy?” Demi yelled as she started hitting him in his chest.

Things were spiraling out of control and she didn’t know how to get a grip on it all. Her marriage was damn near perfect a few days before. Now, she didn’t even want to be in the same room with the man who she stood before God and promised to love and honor.

“Chill out Demi. It ain’t like nobody knows where we live. Nobody would ever be able to find anything in here,” he tried to assure her.

“I’m getting the hell out of here. I can’t believe that you put my life and career on the line like that. You don’t give a fuck about nobody else but yourself,” Demi said with tears clouding her vision.

“I’m careful Demi. I would never put you or your job in jeopardy. You have to trust me, baby.”

“Trust you? I feel like I don’t even know you. You keep talking about decisions, but you need to make a few of your own. I don’t agree with this and I never will. I don’t give a damn how careful you think you are; I don’t want drugs or drug money in our home. This is our comfort zone Kamari. The place that we plan to raise our kids in someday. So, you decide, right here, right now. It’s either me or this childish ass fantasy of yours.”

“Fantasies don’t pay the bills. The money that I make does,” Kamari said, getting aggravated with the entire conversation.

“Goodbye Kamari,” Demi said as she attempted to leave again.

“Baby wait, please don’t leave. Okay, I’ll compromise. I’ll find somewhere else to store my products and money,” Kamari relented.

“Bye Kamari,” Demi said again.

“Man fuck!” Kamari snapped in anger. “I’m trying to make this right Demi, but nothing I do is ever good enough for you.”

“I asked you to choose and you did. I hope your dope and your money can keep you warm at night. You just lost a wife behind it,” Demi said as she walked out of the house, with Kamari chasing after her.

He was begging and pleading with her to come back inside to talk, but she didn’t have anything else to say. Kamari had tears in his eyes as he told his wife what he thought she wanted to hear, but Demi had tuned him out. She got into her car and peeled out of the driveway with her tires screeching behind her. She wasn’t even to the corner before she broke down and cried. She couldn’t believe what was happening and how fast it all happened. Maybe a few more days apart would do them some good, but Demi prayed that they could get it together. She didn’t want to end her marriage, but she would be a single woman before she let any man walk all over her, and that included her stubborn husband. Once she made it to a corner store not far from her house, Demi stopped to get herself together. She could barely see because the tears were blinding her vision. The ringing of her phone made her jump, but she pulled it from her purse and answered for her sister, Imani.

“Hey sis. Can you talk or is this a bad time?” Imani asked. She knew that Demi was going home that morning to talk to her husband and she wanted to make sure she was calling at a good time.

“I can talk,” Demi sniffled.

“Are you okay boo?” Isis asked, making her presence known.

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