Mary's POV
After I left Tasha's I couldn't help but wonder what could be making her sad like this, one second she wants to stay home, and the next she wants to leave.
I don't know what is going on with her. But I just hope it comes to pass, meanwhile, I have to start looking for an apartment for her. Because I know her saying no when I've previously said yes would just yield catastrophic results and I really like my peace.
I know a few persons who would easily find one for me at a good price but I think it's only right I seek my husband's consent first.
I went over and found him in the living room watching some television.
"Hey Honey," I said as I walked by him and kissed him on his cheeks. He raised his hands to hold mine there.
"Hey, what's up? "He asked as if sensed
