Chapter 13

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Tyson POV

After talking with Jason and Misty last night I know what I have to do now. I grab out my phone and make the call that I never wanted to make but know it is for my own good. The phone rings once, twice, three times and then answered.

"Good morning, you have reached Dr Anderson's room, this is Christine speaking. How can I help you?" the receptionists voice comes through the line. "Oh yes, this is Tyson Granger. I am just wondering if I am able to make an appointment with Dr Anderson?" I ask the lady. "Are you a past client of his or are you new?" she asks. "I am a past client" I tell her.

"Sorry sir. Are you able to spell your surname for me?" she asks. "G.R.A.N.G.E.R" I respond. "Oh sorry Ty, the phone line is very wonky at the moment" she tells me. "No worries. So am I able to make an appointment with him? I really need some help" I tell Christine. "Oh of course, can you make it into his office on Friday at 10am?" she asks. "Yes, I don't start work until 12 on Friday, so I can be there" I tell her. "No worries Ty. We'll see you at 10 on Friday. Goodbye" "Bye" I hang up the phone and let out the breath I had been holding.

Misty comes out of the bedroom and stares at me. I look at her and all I want to do is cry, so I do. I know my issues are her issues and that using alcohol as a way to deal with them isn't the way to go. "I know I keep saying sorry to you but I know that isn't what you want to hear. But I truly am sorry Misty" I tell her. I put my head in my hands and let the sobs rack my body. I don't expect her to do anything to comfort me. I don't deserve it at all.

Misty surprises me though and pulls my hands away from my head. I look up and stare into her eyes. Misty straddles my lap and holds me to her. "Tyson, I am sick of telling you that we are a team. You really need to start listening to me and actually talking to me. I am meant to be your partner, your equal, but right now you are treating me like I am your roommate. Your friend" she says to me.

I wrap my arms tighter around her. "I am your lover Tyson. We have a son together. We are a team and I am getting to the point where I feel like I am doing it all on my own. It is time for you to shape up or ship out. I can't keep doing this. Ryan needs his dad and I need my man" she tells me. I nod my head in understanding.

"I made an appointment with Dr Anderson. I see him on Friday morning" I let her know what is going on. "I'm proud of you, making the first step. We will get through this Ty. Your mother will not ruin your life anymore. We will come out stronger than before. Have a little faith in me and in our relationship" she says.

We get up off the couch and leave our house to go over to Laura's. The door is locked still so Misty knocks on the door. She looks through the window and starts cackling like a witch. I have no idea until she points in the window. I squeeze my face in next to hers and the sight is something that would make the most serious person in the world laugh.

Ryan is standing in the kitchen next to the table butt naked. Lacy is chasing him around with his nappy, but he doesn't stand still long enough. Lacy looks up at Misty and I and huffs. She runs to the door and unlocks it. Opening the door she throws his nappy at us and storms off to her room.

"Deal with your devil shit. I'm done" she yells out, slamming her door behind her. Misty and I continue to laugh at Ryan and Lacy's outburst just makes the whole situation even funnier. "Ry-ry come and get your nappy on" Misty says to him. He comes over and lays on the cold tiles waiting for Misty to put his nappy on. Once it is in place he stands up wrapping his arms around her neck. "Hi mumma" he says to her. She gives his little cheek a kiss and places him back down on the ground. "Good morning buddy" I say to him. Ryan comes to me with his arms up in the air, I pick him up and he gives me a cuddle. "Hi dadda" he says me. I give his head a kiss and put him down. "Let's go find your clothes ok bud" I say to him.

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