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You Saved Me *27*
Omg I miss you already Wife:( It's just not gonna be the same without you. This story is dedicated to everyone on MJSite, Michael Jackson and especially to my wife. Thanks everyone and enjoy. -Samone:)) It's been weeks maybe months who knows and I'm still the number one target for paparazzi and the media. The more they harass me, the worse my habit of drinking becomes. Not only were they a big problem to me, but work was also stress. My actions are starting to depart me and Michael. It's seems like we fight more than love eachother, but at this point I don't know who I love more, drinking or.......Michael. Me:(looking in the mirror)Gosh I'm starting to look old. Michael:Hmm maybe if didn't drink so much you wouldn't look that way. Me:You know what don't freaking start today. Michael:Whatever. Me:You're such a fucking whiner shut up already. Michael:Get out my face and go to work. Me:That's exactly where I'm going.(mumbles)asshole. Michael:What? Me:(turning around)ASS...HOOOOOLE. Michael:You know what you have a fucked up attitude. Me:(pouting)Aww I know baby but....I really don't give a damn. Michael:(rolls his eyes) Me:Well goodbye.(walking downstairs) Michael:(yelling to me)Get ready for a rude awakening. Rude awakening...what does he mean by that? Whatever it is I know it's not that bad. I'd arrive at work to another day of paparazzi bombarding me. I pushed through them and continued on to do my business. That day at work was going really well, I got lots of customers and so much money was being made. Things were going smoothly until I saw Michael's limo pull up out front and Keith the limo driver got out. I quickly went out before he came in. Me:Keith, what's up? Keith:..Umm here(hands me a envelope) Me:What's this? Keith:(shrugs his shoulder)I don't have a clue, but Michael told me to give it to you. Me:How come he couldn't do it himself? Keith:Look, he just told me to give it to you. Me:I know he's in the backseat, but nevermind that(opens the envelope and begins to read)......DIVORCE? Keith:I'm sorry Pam calm down. Me:Sorry my ass(walks up to the window)How the fuck you gon do this to me huh, after all that damn time I was with you and supporting you? I had fucking kids by yo ass and was there when everybody was tearin yo ass down, but now you wanna fuckin divorce me. You sorry ass ungrateful mutha fucka. This ain't over you hear me(bangs on the window) This shit ain't over. Keith:I'm sorry Pam..I really am. The limo pulls off and I'm in owe. How could he do this to me, I hate him soo much right now. I turn around and everyone is standing outside staring at me, some were even whispering. Me:What the fuck are yall doin this ain't no god damn show get back to work. Everyone:(just standing there) Me:I said fuckin get back to work or you gonna be jobless. Everyone:(runs back inside) I was so pissed I just want to beat the fuck out of Michael. I locked myself in my office for the rest of the day until it was closing time. All my employees knew I was pissed so they didn't bother to say a word to me, but only gave me looks of sympathy. When I got home it was quite normal, Omar was in the living room with the kids playing around. Every since our mini argument, our relationship has been a little sour. I went up to the room and just my luck Michael was up there lying in the bed. Michael:(raising up) Me:I'm just getting my things, I'm not in the mood to argue. Michael:....That was quite a scene you caused today. Me:(sarcastic)Oh I really didn't know that. Michael:So where are you gonna go? Me:(shrugs my shoulders and walks out) Michael:Ohh. Me:Michael, I really can't believe it came down to this. Michael:Yea I know right.... Me:Goodbye Michael. Michael:Yea bye. I walk out with some of my clothing. I kissed my kids goodbye and left off to a hotel. Was this whole thing my fault or was this what fate had in store for us all along? January 12, 2003/ Divorce Court..... TBC..... I'm sorry for the foul language, but I had to make as realistic as possible. If you liked it you'll vote.
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