Ogling at my sexy husband as he hibernates this morning gives me a hybrid sentiment. Things really took a drastic wrong spin yesterday. Even though he slept soundly hugging me and our baby in my belly, I know that peace will be wrecked this very morning after he wakes up. That bitch is real turmoil. A pest. A pain in the core.

Why didn't she just stay wherever she was? IMAO! They should have continued their immorality wherever they were and stayed the fuck off our lives.

I slowly peel Jerol's arms off me, and after tapping my feet on the floor, I spring up, bending to kiss him on...