“Look daisy you cool be me and my wife are talking some shit out and I need to clear my head.” I said.
”wait your breaking up with me?” She asked.
”Well technically we not together so no. I’m telling you I’m cutting you off. This gotta end.” I shrugged I really ain’t care about her feelings but I figure I tell her.
“Didn’t she cheat on you?” She asked.
”Not to much on my wife. Shit like that will get your neck snapped but to answer you no. I cheated.” I said.
I was at my daughter first wrestling match and she was a fuckin beast every person they put her against she killed them. My lovely wife was beautiful as fuck but the way she got at these sporting events was funny as shit. She’s gotten us kick out of a tee ball practice but in her defense the couch was wrong. Now here she was on the floor cheering my daughter on.
”Come on Big Savage. There you go don’t let his punk ass use his weight you got this shit baby.” She yelled.
”Hello it’s kids around here.” Some white lady said.
”Bitch fuck your kids.” She said. I couldn’t help but laugh.
”Pops why momma be acting crazy.” Zee asked me.
”It’s just how she cheers your mom’s had a rough life and didn’t get to have somebody cheer her on so she goes a little over board.” I said.
”That’s kinda sad.” My son said.
”Yeah it is.” I shrugged.
”Good thing she got us.” He said.
“Fuckin mommas boy.” I muttered and then I looked up and my wife was in the referees face. I walked up to my wife.
”Now I know you not trying to get kicked out she got two more matches. Come on Tata baby.” I whispered in her ear. She calmed down and apologized. I loved I still had this kinda effect on my wife. Shit she did the same for me. I drop everything I’m doing for her if she asked me.
”Savage fuck him up.” She said. My daughter nodded and fucked that boy up had him tapping in two seconds.
We sat down and watch my daughter win every match. My daughter wasn’t this small girl she was on the ticker side but she was a beautiful girl just like her moms. She was smart and the girl was competitive like a bitch. She loved contact sports but my baby girl was a soft girl too. She liked make up and her hair done. She had a whole lot of friends both of my kids did and I know that made Tahlia happy.
I sat in the driveway and everyone got out. This was the hard part of not being with Tahlia. Like yeah it sucked not being with her under her or by her but I wanted to be around my kids. My daughter demolished shit at her matches and everyone was excited about it as they went toward the house.
”Why are you sitting in the car come in and celebrate with us.” Tahlia said.
“What?” My kids said.
”We still working on our friendship right.” She said so only I could hear.
”Yeah.” I said.
”Come on let’s celebrate our daughter.” She smiled at me.
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