Black Short Stories : The secret life of pastor greyson part 4

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Somewhere between paradise and diaster
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Lord knows that the shizniks has hit the fan but like an alcoholic who has one more drink to get over his hangover I call the male escorting service for one more encounter before I have to go home and face the music. I’ll spare you the details but you better believe that I made it last drink good. This will definitely have to be my last time because I never meant for my private pleasure and sin to come so close to home.

When Sunday comes, I go to church as usual. I think about praying for my situation but I do feel worthy of God’s time right now. I am the guest speaker at a large world renowned church this morning. I try to preach as normal but for some reason this morning my notes are all mixed up and I sound like a bumbling idiot. I can’t believe that I am making a fool of myself in front of thousands of people. For over a year I have been secret sinning and somehow successfully preaching but for some reason today it is like all my eloquence and intelligence has left me. But somehow I stumble through with out making a complete fool of myself. After service, I stay around the city for as long as I can. However the time is quickly approaches that I have to make the dreaded trip home. So finally I am on my way home with no idea of what I am going to walking into. My wife has every right to show her behind but just knowing her Godly character, I highly doubt it. But boy was I in for a surprise.
When I pulled up to the house after taking the most scenic route that I can possible take, it seems like it was all quiet on the western front. But every dog that is lying down is definitely not sleeping and everything is not always what it appears. I put me keys in the door and turn the lock. I open the door slowly filled with dread with the impending confrontation. I was not sure what to expect but I absolutely did not expect with happen next. Out of nowhere my saintly wife came running towards me with a knife. Scared out of my mind I tried to calm her down to no avail. She was screaming hysterically that this was the last straw. “For years me and the kids’ whole life has revolved around you. We crossed every t and dotted every i. We allowed you to be the head that you were supposed to be. Never once complaining of all the time we thought you was giving to ministry. Whatever caused this can not possibly be blamed on the family for we definitely have earned a grade of A, attempting to do all they we were suppose to be. But instead of gratitude you bring this trash to our home” she ranted. I couldn’t do anything but whole my head down and cry in shame. But that was my mistake for the minute she finish her rant she came towards me with the knife once more. And she stabbed me even before I could look up again. ‘I can’t believe my God-fearing, 24/7 praying and praising, devoted, spirit-filled wife had the gall to stab’ me is my last thought before I hit the ground.

To be continued
 
Lord knows that the shizniks has hit the fan but like an alcoholic who has one more drink to get over his hangover I call the male escorting service for one more encounter before I have to go home and face the music. I’ll spare you the details but you better believe that I made it last drink good. This will definitely have to be my last time because I never meant for my private pleasure and sin to come so close to home.

When Sunday comes, I go to church as usual. I think about praying for my situation but I do feel worthy of God’s time right now. I am the guest speaker at a large world renowned church this morning. I try to preach as normal but for some reason this morning my notes are all mixed up and I sound like a bumbling idiot. I can’t believe that I am making a fool of myself in front of thousands of people. For over a year I have been secret sinning and somehow successfully preaching but for some reason today it is like all my eloquence and intelligence has left me. But somehow I stumble through with out making a complete fool of myself. After service, I stay around the city for as long as I can. However the time is quickly approaches that I have to make the dreaded trip home. So finally I am on my way home with no idea of what I am going to walking into. My wife has every right to show her behind but just knowing her Godly character, I highly doubt it. But boy was I in for a surprise.
When I pulled up to the house after taking the most scenic route that I can possible take, it seems like it was all quiet on the western front. But every dog that is lying down is definitely not sleeping and everything is not always what it appears. I put me keys in the door and turn the lock. I open the door slowly filled with dread with the impending confrontation. I was not sure what to expect but I absolutely did not expect with happen next. Out of nowhere my saintly wife came running towards me with a knife. Scared out of my mind I tried to calm her down to no avail. She was screaming hysterically that this was the last straw. “For years me and the kids’ whole life has revolved around you. We crossed every t and dotted every i. We allowed you to be the head that you were supposed to be. Never once complaining of all the time we thought you was giving to ministry. Whatever caused this can not possibly be blamed on the family for we definitely have earned a grade of A, attempting to do all they we were suppose to be. But instead of gratitude you bring this trash to our home” she ranted. I couldn’t do anything but whole my head down and cry in shame. But that was my mistake for the minute she finish her rant she came towards me with the knife once more. And she stabbed me even before I could look up again. ‘I can’t believe my God-fearing, 24/7 praying and praising, devoted, spirit-filled wife had the gall to stab’ me is my last thought before I hit the ground.

To be continued

wow!!! deep sight
 

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