Once we got back home I went in her room to help her clean up. She was spending the weekend with Avontae. We've actually been doing real good co-parenting lately compared to how it was before.
I guess you can say that I'm slowly trusting him again.
"Mommy I done." She said.
"Say I'm done." I said.
"Mommy I'm done." She cheesed.
"Good job." I gave her a high five before turning on her tv. I played cocomelon and the whole time she looked unimpressed. I think I got her hooked on the old baby shows.
"You don't like it?" I laughed.
"No mommy I watch strawberry shortcake." She said.
"Ok I'll put it on." I chuckled.
"Mommy I want your smoothie." She said.
"Rayah we got the same thing." I laughed as she held her cup in her hand.
"But mommy." She whined and I let her get some.
"See it taste the same." I said.
"Yours better mommy." She said. This girl act just like me when I was little. Everything tasted better if it wasn't mine.
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General FictionWhy is love this complicated We should of been friends, we should of waited But we can't go back on our past Explain to me why we can't last Is it too many scars to heal from