• DIVORCÈE •

Part 1

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We were divorced for a little more than two years now. And we are happily divorced. It was a bittersweet pill to swallow, but throughout the two years, I've learned that this is the best thing for the both of us.

Thomas and I ended up living together after three years of trying to love each other. I believed our lives just did not aline the way he's always envisioned it. But he always said it was me, I was the one who wouldn't allow myself to fall in love with him because of his status.

My profession as a school teacher, and his as a downright gangster were not going well together. As a matter of fact, Thomas and I had a hard time seeing eye to eye at nearly everything.

It came down to me not accepting anything he gave me, purchasing gifts because it came from dirty money. To him buying groceries because I was not going to eat from the illegal money he was making.

Everything quickly became an argument. And that marriage we created on a whim deteriorated just as quickly. Evangeline Shelby was the only good thing that came out of it, our baby girl. Our cute, darling daughter who calls me mama, and her father, dada.

She's got his seriousness, and his stubbornness - although Thomas argues that its my stubbornness she's developed. She has his dark brown hair, and frosty blue eyes. She's got her mothers curls and freckled cheeks. Evangeline is absolutely the light of my life, and although I don't fancy her father, I will always be grateful of the little angel we created.

And I know he has too. After all, the birth of Evangeline has only sparked up an emotion in Thomas's that I've never seen. Compassion. He has this energy I've never seen him have before, its almost like Evangeline woke something up in him. He smiles the most with our little girl, and laughs, which always makes me wonder who the hell is in my house. Because I've never seen this side of Thomas.

He visits as much as he can, which, in my opinion is too much. Despite Evangeline's obvious belts of tears and screams every time he leaves. He shows up once a week, usually baring gifts for her. I told him countless times - winning over your daughters love does not mean a single thing.

Which he always barks back that I'm the reason he's bringing her gifts to begin with. I was the one who requested the divorce, to which he signed.

Today he doesn't bare so many gifts, but rather a broken arm and a hunched back. He has in his hand, that is not occupied, a bear bigger than my head. It has a smile on its face that makes my face twist.

I hold the door for him as he enters our home, Evangeline is slowly making her way to us. She's only begun walking now, and with every two steps she falls to the floor. She doesn't cry like most babies do, but rather that, my little girl is determined to get back up and try again.

"Dada!" Eva squeals and hurries to her dad. Her big blue eyes widen and she breaks into a faster paced walk, making me watch her with a big, proud grin on my face. "Dada!!!"

Thomas is floored, turning to look at me as he takes a step towards her, this is the first time he's seen her walk. "Holy fuck!" He gasps, just before dropping the teddy bear to scoop her up into his arm.