Confessions. Sasha Campbell
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Confessions
Sasha Campbell
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.
This book is dedicated to my amazing husband.
Without you, my life is incomplete.
Thank you for more than a decade of love and support.
I couldn’t have done any of this without you.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Shouts out to my girls T&A. Thanks for taking this hilarious roller-coaster ride with me. This story is our story because you were with me every step of the way. Not once did you hold your tongues. I’m going to miss seeing your faces Monday through Friday and sharing the laughs. Your friendships have meant the world to me, and you’d better keep in touch.
I have to thank my wonderful children. Even though y’all drive me crazy, you have made motherhood an experience that I will hold forever dear to my heart. I love you.
To my editor, Selena James, for giving me this chance and for believing in my work. We went around and round about the title, but I must say your decision was absolutely fitting and rings true throughout the entire story. Thanks for your opinions and for making this book possible.
I would love to hear from my readers. Please feel free to visit me at www.sasha-campbell.com.
Contents
1. Nikki
2. Trinette
3. Nikki
4. Trinette
5. Nikki
6. Trinette
7. Nikki
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11. Trinette
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19. Nikki
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30. Nikki
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37. Nikki
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Reading Group Guide
Discussion Questions
1
Nikki
“It’s ten o’clock and you’re listening to Nikki Truth, the host of the most talked about radio show in the Midwest, Truth Hurts. As my listeners know, I don’t believe in holding your hand. If you want my advice, then you better have the balls to accept the truth…even if it hurts. Caller, you’re on the air.”
“Hi, Ms. Nikki. My name is Kimberly.”
Obviously, Kimberly had been listening to my show, because everyone knows if I’m not referred to as Ms. Nikki, I have straight attitude. “Hello, Kimberly. What can I do for you?”
“I’ve got a little bit of a problem.”
I leaned forward on my seat, ready to hear what crazy drama was about to unfold. “I’m all ears.”
“Well, Ms. Nikki, I’ve been married to my husband for thirteen years, but for the last year our relationship has grown distant. I tried talking to him about it, even suggested maybe we get counseling, but he refused, saying nothing was wrong with our marriage. But I knew something wasn’t right, because we haven’t had sex in four months.”
“Yep, that would do it. So what did you do?” I asked while adjusting my microphone.
“Well, something told me my husband was messing around.”
“Something like what?”
“Like locking his cell phone, coming home at all hours of the night.”
“Hmmm, those are definitely some signs.”
“Well, yesterday I waited for him to get off work and followed him to this house. When I knocked on the door, guess who answered?”
“I hope for your sake it was a woman and not a man,” I said with slight laughter, trying to make light of the situation.
“Oh, it was definitely a female. He came up behind her in his underwear. I confronted him. He screamed at me and acted like we’ve been separated for years instead of still living in the same house!”
“Okay, wait a minute. The brotha tried to pretend the two of you weren’t even together?”
“Oh, yeah, and I went off!”
“Good for you, Kimberly.”
“I finally asked him to choose, and he told me on her front porch in holey draws and a dingy wifebeater, he was in love with the other woman.”
“Ouch! Girlfriend, say it ain’t so.”
Kimberly breathed heavily into the phone. “Yep, I’m afraid it’s true. I was devastated. I got back in my car and drove home.”
“Daaayum, girl! I wouldn’t wish that kind of drama on anyone. So tell me, what did you do when he got home?”
There was a noticeable pause. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” This female was stuck on stupid.
“Ms. Nikki, that’s the problem. I love my husband and I’m willing to do whatever I can to save our marriage. That’s why I called. Because I need someone out there to tell me what I need to do to bring him back to me.”
I shook my head and glanced through the glass at my producer, Tristan, who was shaking his head as well. There are some women out there who allow a man to get away with just about anything.
“Kimberly, honey, obviously you don’t know anything about respecting yourself, ’cause if you did, instead of calling me, you would be packing his shit and burning it in the nearest Dumpster. Why in the world would you want a man who obviously doesn’t want you?”
“He’s the father of my kids.” Don’t you know