Thomas was getting out of the shower when his wife came into the bathroom and threw some bills in his face. The envelopes hit him on the forehead and snow flaked towards the wet tiled floors.

Angry, he said, “What is your problem?”

“I thought you paid the light bill.”

He rolled his eyes, drying off his nuts, dick, ass and lower part of his track runner legs. “Whatever, you pay it. Aren’t we getting divorced?”

She put her hands on her hips. “That’s why I’ma clean you out in court.”

He laughed so hard she tucked her chin back.

“Well let’s spend some tax payer money. Because I’m not giving you shit.”

“You aren’t shit.”

“I should have never married you.”

She withheld the knowledge of another woman being pregnant with his child.

She told herself I’m not telling him. He doesn’t deserve to know.

“Whatever, Man. I am so glad I didn’t have your child.”

He lowered his eyes to the floor. He always wanted to be a father. He loved children; they were his pride and joy.
Something about a child that comforted him, allowed him to escape the real world and see things simply through the angelic eyes of a child.

And now he would never experience that because Tina destroyed his will to want to father a child.

He looked up at her. He wrapped the towel around his hips. Walking past her, he said, “I don’t want a slut having my child anyway.”

Infuriated and getting tired of Tina, he opened the top dresser drawer, pulled out a pair of boxers, put them on and slid into a T-shirt.

When he turned to go over to the closet Tina got in his face. She wasn’t happy. “Look, motherfucker. I’m going to be real with you. You don’t want a slut having your child then why did
you marry me?”

“Get out of my face. I’m not about to stand here and let you turn this nonsense around on me.”

“Oh, you’re going to stand there. Listen, Thomas. I’m fertile.” He frowned. He stared at her. “In fact if you touch me I can get pregnant. I
just didn’t want to have your child.”

She walked over to the dresser, opened it, and then pulled out the secret compartment.

She wiggled the birth control pills in his face. Her eyes sparkled while the sparkles in his eyes died. He shook with rage, his hands fists.

“So you lied to me.”

She laughed playfully, tossing the pills in the trash. “Don’t need those anymore, since you won’t be fucking me…”

Impulsively, he grabbed her by the neck and started squeezing, as hard as he could. She grabbed his hands, but he squeezed harder, death in his eyes.

They fell on the bed tussling. His anger got the best of him.

“Die, bitch!” His face was shaking; she was losing air, losing it all. She kicked her feet as hard as she could, trying to get away from him.

He put all his weight on her, spit in her face, let her go, stood up and said, “Go to hell, bitch!”

“Have you lost your mind?” She was in fear, for the first time in her marriage she feared him.

What have I done? she thought to herself. She shook her head, rubbing her neck.

Getting out of the bed she opened the closet and took out a few suit cases. He watched her, torn up inside.

Her world spinning she had to sit back down so she sat on the edge of the bed.

He kept staring at the small trash can, her words flowing through his brain. She took birth control pills.

Bitch!