Your POV
"I thought I told you and Andrea to keep them apart," she repeated.
"What is she talking about?" I asked my dad.
"After your mother and I got a divorce, she had full custody of you. She wanted nothing to do with you, but she repeatedly threatened to take you away from me and move to California. She told Andrea and I that we had to keep you two apart or else she was gonna take you and I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't lose you. Even though it hurt me a lot to keep you two away from each other, I had to. I'm so sorry."
"Why'd they have to keep us away from each other?" I asked her.
"She was a bad influence and on top of that you had a crush on her. I couldn't let you grow up to being an abomination and gay. Plus she's dark skin. I don't want dark skin grandchildren," she answered. I felt myself getting angry.
"Umm, Mr. Y/L/N, Y/N is about to punch your ex-wife in the face," Normani told my dad. Before I could lean over, he grabbed my hand and held it tightly.
"Normani, can you take Isabella upstairs to the game room? It's the third door on the left," Uncle Des told her as he held my other hand. Normani nodded and walked out of the kitchen.
"Kic' 'er butt, Y/N/N," Isabella yelled out. I smiled slightly and shook my head.
"I should've taken her when I had the chance. She wouldn't be out her fighting like and idiot for money and she would be an actual girl," she said raising her voice.
"Dumb bitch," I mumbled.
"What did you call me?"
"I called you a dumb bitch," I answered.
"First of all, she is a woman and she fights because she loves it. She's a grown woman and can do whatever she fucking wants," My dad said.
"Don't you have two kids and a husband to be worrying about? I'm nothing to you, remember. So get the fuck out of my house before I drag you out," I said getting angry. I stood up, but was immediately pulled down.
"Umm, Isabella is in the restroom and she specifically requested her mother come help her," Normani said trying not to laugh. Auntie Jayme groaned and got up to go upstairs.
"I lost my best friend for damn near thirteen years because of you. It was already hard for me to make friends. You could be worried about so much other shit besides me being gay or intersex, but you're so fucked up in the head that it's all you worry about. So what she's dark skin? There's absolutely nothing wrong with that. My children wouldn't know if you exist anyways. I swear to God I fucking hate you," I yelled at her. This bitch leaned over and smacked me.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that. I'm still your mother!" she yelled. My dad and Uncle Des released me hands from their death grips and moved out of my way.
"Y/N, don't," Normani said as I stood up.
"You stay out of this," she said and pointed to Normani.
"Who you talking to?" Normani asked. I sat back down and watched.
"Normani, this has nothing to do with you. So stay the fuck out of it."
"Look, I don't know how froggy you feeling over there, but I guarantee you don't wanna jump over here."
"Child, please. Hasn't your mother told you to respect your elders?"
"You have to give respect to get respect. I'm not the one to play with," Normani replied angrily. They continued arguing and progressive got louder. "Do something then, bitch!" Normani yelled walking towards her. My dad, Des and I just exchanged looks.
