Page 78 of Mr. and Mrs. Taylor


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happy88 Blink twice if you need help sis

macdiva483 are you safe?

vic99odel we all saw the video

I peer into the camera, staring at myself on the screen. I look perfect. Not at all like somebody who needs rescuing. It lowkey feels like they want me to look scared. They want me to be a victim when I'm not.

More comments.

I lean closer to the camera until my whole face fills the screen.

"You do not know me," I say. "Any of you. This face on your screen? That's the face of a stranger."

I sit back a bit, getting comfortable.

"Y'all saw a ten second clip of me arguing with my husband at a club and now everybody's writing thinkpieces like he got me tied up in a dungeon."

I shake my head. "Y'all are so dramatic. It's embarrassing."

whitbrat he had his hand around your neck

"Okay, whit? Let's be very clear…I like that."

andypanda1 well damn

"Correct. Y'all trying to paint my black husband as aggressive is so fucking weird. If anybody's aggressive, it's me."

I roll my shoulders back, then straighten my posture. "So let me be clear. My husband does not abuse me. He worships the ground I walk on, actually. But y'all probably don't know anything about that."

Now they're mad.

"Our marriage is fine. Actually, scratch that. Our marriage is better than fine. It's better than yours. It's better than your mama's, your grandmama's, and way fucking better than whatever raggedy situationship you're crying over at three in the morning. Marvin's Room headasses.

"Normal couples argue. That's all that was. A little argument that's really foreplay. Because I keep my man on his toes, and he makes mine curl. It works for us."

The comments explode again.

"I'm not a victim. I've never been a victim. I don't even know how to be one."

That's a lie, but it sounded good coming out of my mouth, so I'ma stick beside it.

"Know this: If a man ever put his hands on me, you ain't gon' see me in a video. You'll see me in a motherfucking mugshot.

"Now, I say all this to say I protect what's mine. My husband is mine. My family is mine. If you think I'm gonna let anybody come for what's mine, you don't know what kind of woman you're fucking with.

"Leave my man the fuck ALONE."

I press the end video button like I'm slamming a door shut. Didn't even say goodbye to them bitches. I smile when the screen goes black, then I stare at my reflection.

My eyes look a little wild, but other than that, I look good. And I feel good.

Because nobody understands what we have. I might look crazy to the rest of the world, but we're good.

I just wish my husband felt the same.

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