I decided to help with the dishes while Tiffany was away. It wasn't a bad idea and she wasn't born to do dishes either. Frankly, I don't value the idea of men making it look like women were born to do dishes, cook, and give birth!

     That shit isn't easy at all!

The moment the door squeaked, I knew she was back. I turn my head in the direction of the door and I was right. It was as if I haven't seen her for years and that hurt me.

I want us to be as we were before. To he that close and inseparable.

Tiffany's face was beaming with...