Sky blue eyes is all I want to see

Divorce isn't easy either

Time: beginning "I'll prove you wrong"

Amanda was sitting at the diner table, waiting for me to make her breakfast.

But instead I gave her some papers.

'What is this?', she asked, annoyed.

'Divorce papers', I replied coldly.

She started laughing.

'You wouldn't, not until I call your parents'

But I stood my ground, not doing anything until she signs.

'You want me to call them', she said, warning me.

'Try.'

This was the moment she realised something was wrong.

'What's going on'

'I'm divorcing you, and no one can stop it'

I looked behind me, to see my daughter had gotten up from bed and was watching the scene.

When I looked back, Amanda had already signed the papers.

'I never wanted anything with you, I just wanted your family business', she said, walking past me to get her stuff.

As she had all her stuff, and was about to leave, she turned to my daughter.

'You'll never make it in life!', she yelled, before slamming the door and leaving.

'So both of you want full custody of your daughter?', the judge asked.

Me and Amanda nodded.

We had already given our reasons to do so.

My daughter walked over to me, since she was too young to stay home and there was no one to look after her.

'Daddy?'

I looked down at her.

'Yes?'

'What's going on?'

'The judge is choosing who you'll stay with', I said, to simply explain it.

She thought for a bit.

'If the judge chooses mommy, will I still see you?'

'No..'

She looked over to the judge and went to him.

'Mister?', she kindly asked.

'Yes dear?'

'Could I stay with daddy? Mommy is mean..'

I quickly sprinted forward.

'Hun, you don't need to tell the kind man that', I tried.

'But mommy hits you.. doesn't that hurt? When she hits me for being naughty, it does hurt..'

'Why don't you go play with your toys in the other room?'

'Was she speaking the truth?', the judge asked.

'That I was being hit? Yes, that it hurts? No longer'

'He's lying!', Amanda tried.

'I can prove that I can't feel pain anymore'

I grabbed one of those plastic rulers, slapped it across my arm.

With that one slap I made my forearm red, with a bit of blood dripping out of a wound I slapped on.

I was driving back home, with some bandages around my forearm and the full custody of my daughter.

I looked back in my rear view mirror to see her safely asleep.

A small smile grew on my face.

I'll give this girl the life I never had