D E A N
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"I'm not doing this shit with you right now Parisa, I've told you time and time again... I love my daughters equally," I holler slamming the door after we entered our room.
"No you don't, Hazel has been craving to spend time with you, but you only make time for Dani," she turns around and faces me, pointing her finger in my face.
Hazel told Parisa she feels like I love Daniella more because I spend more time with her.
"I don't know why she couldn't have come to me and told me she felt that way, knowing all you and I do nowadays is fight over simple shit," I push her finger out of my face.
I'm stressed over work and now my home life. My 13-year-old is always fighting with my 5-year-old, and my wife drains me mentally.
"Because all you do is yell at her and she shouldn't have to worry about what's going to happen between us! Take her out and have fun, because she's not going to be your little girl in the next few years," she walks over to a dresser and opens a drawer.
"And you're not going to be my wife for too much longer either," I lower my tone and she looks back at me.
"What is that supposed to mean," she asks picking up two strips of paper and turning her body towards me, "you want to divorce me," she asks with her eyes tearing up.
"I don't know what I want, could you leave until I figure everything out," she doesn't say anything back, she walks past me gives me the two papers, and slams the door behind her.
Looking at them I see it's two tickets to the movies.
I place my hand on my forehead and drag it across my face in frustration. Fuck!
There's a knock on the door and before I can say come in Hazel opens the door yelling with tears streaming down her face, "why are you being mean to mom? You always find a way to ruin everything and I hate you," she slams the door after her bold statement.
When it comes to my children they know I like for them to express themselves when they're angry, but I don't like insults and the words 'I hate you' together.
Jumping up I rush to my door slinging it open and walks into Hazel's room across the hallway, and opening her.
Her and Parisa are in there.
"You don't speak to me that way young lady, you know better! You don't say that sentence," I've never raised my tone at my daughters and I released I fucked up when Hazel shrunk in her position.
"You need to leave," Parisa says getting up from the bed and walking over to me, "you've caused enough pain and we need a break from you."
Her tone is serene, but her eyes did widen at my un-fatherly approach.
"You need to leave my house. You can come home tonight and have the room because I'm leaving to stay with my friend," I hand her the tickets before continuing, "take Hazel with you and I'll be here with Daniella while y'all are gone."
"Of course, you will be because the moment she was born you treated me less than," looking over at Hazel I see she was already ready to leave with her mom, "and wherever mom goes, I'm going with her anyway. I don't need your permission."
