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spoke.
    â€œHey, baby,” I said again waiting for him to respond.
    He walked by gawking at me asking, “What’s for dinner?”
    â€œYou can’t speak. All you can ask is what’s for dinner?”
    â€œHey, Monica. What’s for dinner?” he responded tersely.
    â€œDid you have a bad day at work?” I asked, noticing his obnoxious mood.
    â€œLet’s just say it wasn’t the best day,” he answered. “Now, are you going to answer my question?”
    I stopped, trying to get some reprieve and said, “I didn’t cook.”
    He frowned saying, “What do you mean you didn’t cook?”
    â€œDon’t you remember, we’re supposed to go over to your parents’ house for dinner tonight?” I reminded him.
    He closed his eyes and sighed in frustration. I knew from his reaction he didn’t feel like going there. Especially since he said he didn’t have the best day. Hell, I understood. I worked today also. All I wanted to do after this workout was take a shower and crawl in my bed to relax for the rest of the evening.
    â€œYou still could have cooked,” he spat.
    â€œThe last time I cooked and we had to go over to your parents for dinner, you got upset because I prepared food, knowing we were going there. So now I don’t cook at all, and you telling me I should have? You need to make up your mind,” I said smartly.
    â€œI don’t have time for this,” he murmured as he turned to walk away from me.
    â€œWhere are you going?”
    â€œI’m going upstairs to get ready like you should be doing instead of wasting your time working out to that CD. All you’re going to do is fix a big bowl of ice cream right before bedtime, so what’s the use?”
    His face was void of a smile. He was serious, and it kind of hurt my feelings. I knew Devin was not happy with my weight. He was one of the reasons why I was working out in the first place. I tried to play it off like I always did and commented in a nonchalant way, “I can work out and eat my ice cream too. And for your information, its frozen yogurt, which is healthier for you.”
    â€œNot half a gallon at a time,” he replied, picking up the mail from the table behind the couch and flipping through it.
    â€œI don’t eat an entire container, and you know it,” I said now doing squats. Groaning and trying to talk I said, “I don’t see you pulling yourself away from drinking beer every chance you get. Ever heard of beer gut?”
    Devin looked down at his stomach patting it.
    â€œYou don’t see a beer gut here, do you? My beer hasn’t put weight on me but that ice cream, biscuits, cakes, pasta, and whatever else you can get your hands on has. I’m the same man you married seven years ago. But look at you. How much weight have you gained?”
    I was not about to answer that question as I stopped and turned to Devin, trying my best not to burst into tears. He didn’t need to explain to me how fabulous he still was while he thought I’d fallen by the wayside. Hell, I was still a very attractive woman who was going through some things right now. If he only knew, but right now, I couldn’t tell him.
    â€œHoney, you didn’t have to take it that far.”
    â€œAll I’m saying is you are doing this for nothing. In a month, those workout CDs are going to be shelved with the rest of the DVDs we have. Hell, we have a workout room in this house that you never utilize.”
    I turned back to my video and started doing side kicks as I said, “Thanks for your support, Devin. I don’t know why you always feel the need to put me down.”
    â€œIt’s called motivation. Somebody has to tell you the truth.”
    I stopped again, turning to him.
    â€œMotivation, hell. Motivation is telling me to keep up the good work, or honey, you look great. Anything is better than what you are telling me now,