Im not playinnnnn

Last night my husband got a "you up" text, and I'm not too happy about it. That's not how it was up. It wasn't feeling too well. And I heard a zzzz. Bzzz ting dong, whatever the hell happens when you get a text message these days. I don't know. My phone's always on silent. It's why I don't even know. And I was like, who the fuck? So it went over, took a look at his phone 'cause he didn't wake up. He sleeps like the dead. It was a message from his self-proclaimed work wife saying, hey, you up. Bitches 2am. No, he's not out. It's a weekday. It's a Thursday. So I didn't say word, not a goddamn word. But today, (laughs) happens virally. I'm not gonna lie. It's been like this, and it won't stop. I'm gonna head issues with the work wife. And I thought they were resolved. I thought the work wife no longer existed in his office. I thought she was transferred over to another office. That's what he told me. But fuck me, right? I'm only his wife. Shouldn't I know these things? I'm trying to trust him. I'm trying to fight the urge to check his phone. To fully open his phone and take a peek. I'm fighting him. Bitch, I'm fighting it. Why would he want to chat with his work wife when he has me? No, no. So I'm debating on a couple of things. Do I leave it? And just see what happens again. Do I bring it up this weekend? We got a full weekend of events happening. It's the last weekend of the summer. And we were gonna go away. I'm already packed. I'm already ready to go. Got the wine, got the spicy cubes, got the sexy lingerie, got everything. And now I just don't feel like going. But do I just pretend and go anyway? Or do I lose my absolute shit when we're away? I don't know. I'll keep you updated.