Page 52 of The Family Man

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EMILY

I hate her. Everything about her I abhor. Her smile is too ready. Her hair needs a cut. Split ends, oh that’s so ghetto. Is that even her hair?

How can he pick her over me? He has to be slumming. It’s the convenience of having a hoe living next to you. I am sure she didn’t even give him a chance to breathe.

I can see her running up her stairs with her chest out like the whore that she is.

It’s a phase, he has a fetish and wants to try a woman of color. I get it. I can wait or I can destroy her and get my man back.

She said it herself I need to fight for what is mine! HE IS FUCKING MINE!

Tulips? Who gives a damn about flowers? I should just crush them all. Her pride and joy, my ass. I rub my head knowing what I have to do.

I failed him, I didn’t pay him enough attention. I should have never been so back and forth. This time I am staying. I am never leaving again. She can go to hell, because he is mine. He is what I deserve. She said so herself.

ZAC

“Hey guys. Miss Sage is coming over for dinner in a while. Please be on your best behavior.” That’s what you do as a parent, you plead with your children, plead with them so that they will not embarrass the shit out of you. Or show your newbie parental incompetence.

My children ignore me and continue watching the TV. I grab the remote and turn it off.

“Do you hear me?” Nikhil nods, but the bride of Chuckie watches me with antipathy.

“Is Kayla, Finn, and Chance coming?” Poppy sits up and crawls off the couch.

“No!” I said. My small dictator walks around the couch and stands in front of me.

“Then who are we going to play with?”

“Play with your brother.” Nikhil sneaks the remote from me and turns the TV back on.

“Is Uncle Daire coming?” she asks, her hands going to her hip.

“No.”

“I am going to be so bored. I want Uncle Daire. He is fun. Ask him to come, Zac.” She sounds so exasperated,

My nerves buzz every time she says Zac.

“No!”

“Do you like her?” she asks softly.

“Yes.”

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

“Is she going to be our new mommy?”

Nikhil’s head swivels so quickly, waiting for the answer.

“What is this, 21 questions? I don’t know.”

“Can I have a boyfriend?” she asks and my heart drops.

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