Chapter4

#Chapter4

Issues that aren’t mine

Gloria

Maurice and I exited Charles’s house, and I drove us home since Maurice was drunk again. It was a bone of contention between us.

I pulled into the driveway of the tiny house, got out, and helped Maurice inside as he stumbled.

/"Baby, we will be on easy street,/" Maurice slurred.

I shook my head. /"Come on. You need to sleep it off./" I helped Maurice into the house and upstairs. When he was half in the bag, I learned not to fight with him. It never ended well.

Once we got upstairs, I put him to bed, then left the bedroom. I came downstairs to see the empty beer cans and sighed. I disagreed with Maurice’s drunken stupor when I married him. He couldn’t hold a job, and I had to work several hours to support us, putting a strain on our marriage.

The front door opened, and Maurice’s brother strolled into the house. /"Where’s my brother?/"