A Third Boy

Chapter Two

His POV

"Bye dad, I love you!" The Skype call ends and my boy disappears from the screen. This never gets easier, many people have said to me that as time goes on it will get better, but it still hurts to be living apart from my only son. I have been divorced now for two years, it was a divorce that I didn't want at the time, my ex-wife pushed for it and eventually I was not willing to fight it any longer. Now, in hindsight I realize it is for the best that we are apart, our main priority now is co-parenting our son and making sure that he is happy.

Living in an empty apartment in New York City can be very lonely. I have tried the whole dating scene and I'm just too awkward, nothing ever lasts longer than a few weeks. My key priority is my son. When we spend time together, which is not as often as I'd like, I try to make it as memorable as possible. It's always tough when he leaves and goes back to his Mom. He loves both of us, but I know in my heart that if he had to choose, he would be with his mom. As much as it pains me to admit it, he is a momma's boy, and he prefers living in her mansion over my little two-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn.

I have always wanted a big family. I was an only child of two very broken and volatile people. There was a lot of violence in my childhood, combined with heavy alcohol consumption, and I am very surprised that social services didn't turn up and take me away from my parents.

When I had my son, I vowed that his childhood would be nothing like mine, I would protect him at all costs. He is my little dude and I would love for him to have a little sidekick, I just need to meet the right woman.