Diary of a Mad Black Woman

March 11.

Dear diary,

my husband of 18 years...

this week is being honored

by the city of Atlanta...

as the Jacob Frienstein

Attorney of the Year.

I am so proud of him.

He has worked so hard.

I wanna swing

Swing till daylight

with you

I wanna dance

Dance the whole night through

Where the beat-beat-beat

is jumping

And the crowd is feeling fine

Where the dance-dance-dances

are popping

Theirs are flowing like wine

I wanna swing

Swing till daylight with you

I wanna dance...

To look at us...

you would think

that we've got it all together.

But looks can be deceiving.

Some days are good

and I think he loves me.

Then other days...

I think he doesn't care.

Dancing till daylight

Just us two

Kicking up my heels...

I never thought

I'd see this day.

I was just saying

to my wife this morning...

that if I died and came back...

that I would want

to come back as me.

No, truly it is an honor...

to receive the Jacob Frienstein

Attorney of the Year Award.

It's especially

an honor because...

He is so into appearances.

What looks one way

on the outside...

can be a totally different

matter on the inside.

There is no way...

no way...

that I could have done

any of this...

without my wonderful wife

of 18 years.

I don't know this stranger

I sit next to.

All I know is that with

every dime and every case...

he has changed.

How about l...

run us a hot bath?

I left something at the office.

I have to go.

Who is she?

When you get a job

and pay one of these bills...

then you can ask me questions.

I am still your wife.

That's cute.

Charles...

I don't want to fight.

This is your night.

Let's just enjoy it.

Tell me what I need to do,

and I will do it.

You really want to know

what you ought to do?

Get the hell out of my car.

What a way

to start our anniversary.

Tell me...why do I love

that man so much?

Maybe if I could stop

thinking about...

how good things used to be...

I might be able to find

the strength to leave.

Hi, Sarah. How are you?

Hi, Mrs. McCarter.

Hey, Mrs. McCarter.

Kalvin, how are you?

How is Joanne?

-She's doing great.

-That's great.

-You doing all right?

-I'm wonderful. Thank you.

Listen, is he in?

Because I brought him, uh...

lunch.

Actually, I'm headed that way--

No, no. Please.

Thank you, though. Thank you.

Helen.

What, um...

Um...hi.

I'm Brenda Marcos.

How do you do?

Um...we got to go.

You ready, little fella?

It was nice to meet you.

Is that her?

Don't play games with me.

Tell me, Charles.

Is that her?

Thank you.

I'll see you at home.

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

What?

-What are you doing?

-Working.

Where are you going

with my things?

Lady, look...I'm just filling in

for my cousin because he's sick.

Somebody named Charles McCarter

or something like that...

rented this truck,

told me to load it up and wait.

So that's what I'm doing.

No. Wait. Wait.

Christina?

Christina.

Christina, there--

there is a man out there

putting my things in a truck.

What is going on?

Mr. McCarter asked me to pack

all your things this morning.

And all these clothes

are from the boutique.

I wish I had a man to do

something like this for me.

Happy anniversary.

-I have something to tell you.

-Your gift first.

Aren't you going to open it?

Charles, I have to admit...

I thought you forgot,

but I saw all the clothes...

in the closet

and...ta-da! Ha ha!

It's not exactly my taste,

but I love it.

Helen--

This one, it doesn't really

fit quite right, though.

I think I'm going to have

to get some alterations--

Helen.

You see how I keep

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