6 Months later

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Feb. 1. 2009
Whitney pov
I had enough. I found prescriptions. I can't stay here. I took the kids to stay with Katherine for a bit. I was sitting at the table. I just came home from the pre Grammy party.

 I just came home from the pre Grammy party

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Waiting for my husband. I went and got a drink of wine. I went to the office. I was looking for something. Then, something pop up. I scam through it. 250 shows. I though it's only 50" I said.
I came back down with the contract. I know he didn't sign this on a clear mindset. I wanted.
"Yes, I am here and I don't think she will be home util later. Yes, Dr. Conrad Murray. Ummm mhmm." He said looking at me. "Dr. May I called you back and cancel that my wife is here." He said. "Can you sit doe please." I said. "Nippy I don't want to argue." He said. "What is all these pills I know you can't sleep but wake me up. Talk to me don't fall back into your old habits." I said. "Nippy don't do this right now." He said. "I know your stress but when we're you going to tell me about the 250 shows you have to do." I said. "What?" He said. I handed him the paper in his glasses. He put them on and scam it.

 He blink

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He blink. "What the hell Michael. I warned you. I been telling not to sign until a lawyer looks over it." I said. He look at me. "I did. We made a deal on 50 shows." He said. "You could have I me to look at it." I yelled across the room. Next thing I know Michael threw a chair at the wall. "I do everything! I try to be nice and people take advantage! 250? Shows. They going to kill me! They want me dead." He said. "Michael!" I said. "No! You want another husband." He said snapping on me. "Michael no! I want to be with you." I said walking closer to him. "Really, Cause I can see you moving on! The album comings. Yay! You haven't been around. You been so busy up your hypocritical Ass to see I needed you. Now you wanna come and tell what I need to after it's been done." He yells making me jump. "Michael let me help you. I can." He cut me off. "Get out." He yelled.

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