As if I'd do this and not remember the lady's name!
Regardless:
Goddamnit, seriously? I screwed this up and you didn't call me earlier? And what, you don't want to operate as partners!? You're just gonna fk right off and leave me and our daughter alone?!
God... Fuck that bitch... She never did grow the fuck up...
Well. I'm a single dad now... I bet mom and dad are proud of me...
I'm not going to leave her. I can't. I think we are all we have. Kinda patheti... Totally pathetic.
I need a plan:
A Firm Fighter- Something tells me she's gonna turn out a bit like her mom. The good parts at least.
Head to the suburbs- If I gotta pay a bit more to be a proper dad, so be it. I just gotta watch the commute!
Be Encouraging- I'm not a hardass. Like at all. And... I need to be her mother as well as her father. I hope I'm good enough... *These fathering pictures are top-notch.
Traits: Intelligent, Tomboy, Snarky, Generous- She's a bit of a daddy's girl, I mean, she turned out alot like me. Hopefully not too much like me. But good god, the banter. She's the best daughter.
Gentle and Kind- Standard sort of school, either she can grind out AP classes, do extracurriculars, or sorta coast along. I'm not going to push her too hard. Though, enough I hope. I'll try to get her into a state college at least, she's pretty smart after all.
Interests: Politics, Martial Arts, Cooking, Tourism- Hehe, she picked up politics and cooking from me, and the fighting and travel from mom? I'm just glad she's so well balanced! As long as I'm single and have my income as a contractor, I can afford to take her out traveling.
Life plays one last joke. Terminal. 5 months to live... they said 19 weeks ago. I can barely feel anything, sitting in this cold hospice room. The labcoats said there is no treatment, thank god. I don't see myself fighting and killing money to buy time. This isn't life.
Still, my pride and joy visits often, all grown up... I'm so proud of her...