Narrative: Trish didn't say much all she did was lay in bed all day she felt useless like she's nothing but a object to him he wasn't that same Man she fell for long time ago, her house phone ringed and so did her cellphone 📱. Not feeling like reaching out to anyone.  Q was out selling drugs or either cheating on her.   She knows he's not out with his friends, suddenly she heard her door bell ring from her room. I'll get it miss you can relax.  The maid told her, huh? Um no disrespect but who the heck are you and why you're in my house? Oh miss um Brown you're... pardon me my name is Trish Johnson now "Brown " well mr. Brown said ... the maid said politely trying to avoid any miscommunication.   Mr. Quincy told me refer to you as Mrs. Brown. I don't care what he said I'm I'm Trish Johnson put some respect on my name please... yes ma'am I'm sorry. And don't worry I'll answer the door, she told her going towards the front door. Hi um is Q here? No he isn't who are you well tell him that he Needs to take care of his child. The unknown light browned skinned woman said with a slight attitude.  Um..  can you just come later? I have to have an discussion with my Husband Trish couldn't believe she said "Husband " ugh she felt nauseous just saying it.

******  Dialing his number she waited then waited some more, Leaving an angry message she cussed him out and called him all kinds of names she had to ask for Forgiveness for but Trish didn't care, she made sure to give Q a piece of her mind.   More updates coming soon loves 💙