*TW: Again, mentions of mental illness, blood, and violence. Read at your own discretion.
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It was the 10th anniversary of us being together. I was getting the house ready for my boo to come home and shit. I had it all. A full buffet for dinner, a nice bubble bath, the kids were off with my cousin, rose petals and chocolates sitting all around the house with her favorite scary movie set up on the living room TV. All we had to do was press play.

We were going through the small shit like who was going to pick up the twins from school and such, but Jana had been stepping up around that time. I wanted to surprise her by doing something extra special this evening.

To top this shit off, I put on my best lingerie for this hoe. A nice green-laced ensemble because she just loves green. Wear something green and sexy, you've caught Jana's attention. Why didn't I think of this years ago?

I was done prepping all of this before about five o'clock. That's around the time she was supposed to come through the door. Once it turned five, I figured I'd give her the benefit of the doubt for being late because she's got a lot of fans and shit. They always keep her around and want her to sign their big ass chests.

Well, seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hour. Four to be exact. At 9:09 in the evening, this bitch finally calls my phone while I sat in her chair pissed as hell with a damn wine glass in my hand, swirling the champagne in it.

You want to know what the hell this airhead told me?!

"Babe, you're not gonna believe this. I completely forgot tonight was the night of the album release party. I promise I'll be home later though. I know it's our anniversary so I should be on my way in about an hour. I love you, baby."

That was some straight-up bullshit but what could I say besides "Alright, honey. I love you too."

I was soft as hell but very much pissed. Maybe not soft but stupid. I was overwhelmed with so much anger that tears began to fall down my cheeks. I couldn't stop her dream. She loved making music and it was her passion. If she liked it, I loved it just like I loved her.

Not to mention, she said she'd be home in an hour. I could wait an hour. Album release parties didn't last that long, right? I could trust her and her judgement. She hasn't stirred me wrong for five whole years.

Boy, was I fucking wrong. It was one in the fucking morning. A brand-new day and she did not make it home. Pacing the floor with my wine glass still in hand, I swirled it so much that it all basically fell to the floor.

My mind went through all of the possibilities of what she could be doing. Didn't want to jump to conclusions so fast because she tells me that's one thing I do and I promised to work on that. At the same time, how do you expect to someone to improve on themselves and you going back to your old ways?

Then, I thought it would be a good idea to just pop up on Instagram to see what everyone was up to. Rena taking flicks with Demi, Eli, and Tiarria at the fair about ten hours ago. Something's telling me I should have just kept my kids here. This is what happens when I let my guard down.

Tiffany and Carmon spending sister time together. Maybe I should have had cousin time with Rena. It's been a minute since we spent any time together and we don't see each other every day like we used to.

Jana posting a picture from one of her most recent concerts with the band over 12 hours ago. Suddenly, a message request showed up in my DMs. I opened to see what it was all about and wish I didn't. It was a live video and the setting looked familiar. Like the same studio Jana invited the kids and I to months ago while she was working.

Unfortunately, she wasn't doing the working she fucking signed up for! This bitch was getting drunk off her ass, kissing all over the lead singer that's been crushing on my girl since she first signed up for the job.

Her long ass fingers roamed that blonde bitch's tatted skin as they continued lip-locking and tongue-wrestling. I didn't know if I wanted to fall out and cry or march up in the spot and fuck some shit up.

The crying had started as my mind went insane. My head began throbbing while the tears slid down my face. I really tried. I took my breaths and practiced my breathing exercises for a little while. That didn't help at all. Counted to 100. Didn't help at all. I even drunk the entire bottle of Zinfandel because Champagne just wasn't cutting it.

Made things worse. So much so that it helped me come up with ideas. Bad ones.

Marching upstairs, I smiled evilly at myself as I thought of the (what I thought was) perfect plan to teach these bitches not to fuck with Jessica Brevely.

I knew her schedule, where she was at all times, and the ways to get her faster than you can say asshole. Throwing my leggings over my bodysuit, my mind went over the plan multiple times. It was as if I had this planned for this exact moment the whole ten years when it was really just five.

After dressing myself up, I grabbed the shit I needed and keys ready to party with the best of them. They don't really learn, do they?

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Walking into the building with my hair tied, I fixed my shawl and explained to the receptionist how I needed to see my wife. How much of an emergency was.

Jana's manager, Lisa, was already one step ahead of my ass. The receptionist informed me that I wasn't allowed in the studio anymore. I guess it was because of the last time we spoke to each other about Jana's schedule. As her wife, I figured I was allowed to tell Lisa about how uncomfortable I felt with Jana staying around the studio until midnight. Sometimes, she wouldn't even come home. Guess she didn't like that.

She must've forgotten who Jana's wife is though. I don't give two fucks about her being in her damn feelings about my opinions on my wife's schedule.

So I punched the receptionist and sped into the elevator so I could get to the studio. That receptionist didn't deserve that. However, she would've never let me through had I not done that. Plus, she just got punched in the nose. She'll probably have a bloody broken nose but it's all good.

The elevator stopped at the floor where the studio was located. Time to party with these asshats and show my ass.

Walking through the hallways, my eyes furiously searched for the studio she was in. After about two minutes, I found that forbidden room and snuck in quietly. There looked to be about over 120 people in the spot and all of those bodies were all up on each other. Either dancing, kissing, grinding, or just way too close to each other. It was a packed studio.

Music was blasting throughout the place as these sweaty ass bodies were dancing all over each other or stuck together. Drinks all in their hands and females chuckling at this lame spit game that these guys were talking. Jana can do way better than that.

Speaking of her, my eyes were searching for two people and the people I was around weren't it. I continued walking the perimeter of the glowing blue studio until I got even more frustrated. After getting my gun ready to aim, I shot three shots in the air and everyone started screaming and shit.

For some reason, they didn't run out or anything. They all looked around to see who shot the shots like their dumb asses weren't about to die. After a few seconds, the music began to play again and everyone started dancing again. Jana don't need to hang out with these people anymore. They probably the ones making her do stupid shit.

Once I shot two more shots down on the ground, the music stopped and everyone ran around in a panic. Probably because someone got shot in the ankle and couldn't dance anymore. Thank goodness that got their attention.

Soon, all of the partygoers left and I found Charlie's Dumbasses all sitting on the couch together with their hands all over each other. Lisa stood up and placed her thin fingers on her hips just to say "Should've known it was you after I sent that live video. How the hell did you get up here-"

"No, bitch. A better question is why the hell should I be here and why the fuck you sent a live video to my ass. Had you not sent it; I wouldn't be here. My wife is up here drunk off her ass with her hands all over you sickening bitches. I oughta fuck you bitches up right. Now."

Her ruby red lips curled up into a smirk just waiting for me to shoot when I heard security come inside with their guns pointed at me. This bitch came prepared and had this all planned out. At the same time, I came prepared.

Escaping behind the couch by rolling on the ground, I shot around the studio and just kept shooting until things fell quiet. Bullets were flying to and fro. After about a good 30 seconds, someone screamed. It wasn't just anyone's scream though. It was a familiar one. The 'Ah fuck, help my ass' kind of scream.

No one but Jana made that kind of scream.

I stood up from the floor abruptly as my eyes envisioned the bloody scene. My eyes widened at the sight of my dear wife rolling around the floor, whining in pain with her hands on her head and tears coming from her eyes.

"What the fuck did you do?! You just shot your own wife! What the hell?!" Lisa exclaimed as if I didn't know that already.

"How'd I fucking shoot her? It could've been your security guards that shot her ass," I said breathing heavily in a panic. As she continued flipping out, I stared a hole in my pained wife and tears slowly fell from my eyes.

"How could you...? You lied to me" I whispered as more tears streamed down my face while Lisa and Katheryn gathered around my hurt wife. Eventually, the police came and arrested me. I stayed in jail for a couple of months but I had to agree to stay away from Jana for a long time, come to therapy, and do community service hours.

How's that for a happy anniversary?

****

"Now, I just stay with Rena while that night stays in my head rent free. I cry myself to sleep, I've broken almost a third of Rena's dishes, I almost drowned myself in a tub of water just to get rid of the guilt...to get rid of the hurt. I was officially over it. That's when I realized my heart couldn't take anymore. I can't even go back to my own home because I can't be by myself. I can't see my babies anymore. Am I crazy? Do you think I'm crazy or mentally unstable?"

"Do you think you're crazy-"

"Don't do that shit. Answer the damn question. You're supposed to be helping me here."

"...Jessica, I'll be honest with you. I don't know about crazy. Mentally unstable...absolutely. There's nothing wrong with admitting that though. I think you're wild and you need help. By help, I mean you need something that's yours and that is going to stay yours. Since everything's been taken from you, you act out and you do all these things when someone else takes something away. You scare people off as a way to protect what's yours. The only way you know how to keep what's yours is to act out."

"That was not the answer I was looking for. Aren't you supposed to tell me what I want to hear?"

"What good what I be if I did that, Jessica?"

"True that. So, you think you can help me with all of this? I've never thought of myself as mentally unstable before. I always thought that was for people who can't think straight. Literally."

"Well, if you think about it, you fall under that category. Especially when you're angry. I really want to help you with this but you have to want it, Jessica. You can't keep telling yourself that being violent and acting out is okay. Even if people do you wrong."

"Yeah, I know all of that. What are you going to do to help me though?"

"I'm sending you to kickboxing classes. I see you've been there before and you've been acting out since you haven't been there. I also want to see you in three days."

"Well, I blame that on my instructor. Since she decided to go off and have a baby, she hasn't been at the studio. That's her fault. Also, do I really have a choice?"

"Well I'm going to get in contact with a different instructor and see what she can do. And not this time, girlfriend. Just know that you finally have something you can keep as your own. You have something that'll always be yours. Your tough love for people you really love. Your heart will always be yours. It may be bent but it never goes away. See you on Thursday, Jessica."