In the morning, I took the kids with me to the local theater to audition for another play that they were going to hold once it opened. There was something that caught my eye instantaneously that a premise that I could relate to at the moment: someone, feeling lost at times in a world where they feel unwanted, unloved, unappreciated, finally finds the strength within to remind themselves that they could overcome any obstacle in life. It was something that I instantly connected to even though the play didn't have a name just yet. Two kind elder women were working at the check in desk offered to watch my children as I stepped into a dance room where three judges were sitting behind a fold out table with their pens and pads in front of them. I wasn't intimidated at all by the judges are they were the ones who called me back as they strongly felt I was the right person to lead the one person show that they were creating very soon and boy was I excited. I was told say something off the top of my head in regards to how I was feeling in general as I was given the opportunity to create the first lines in the play that I would be starring in.

So, I began my journey.

The day, I scribbled more ideas into a little notebook on how I was going to portray my character in the play. I had been sitting on the patio the next morning with a cup of coffee sitting on the arm of the chair that I didn't leave as I wrote down multiple ideas on how to deliver my first lines, what dance moves would be suitable to convey the messages I would have to get across in the story. My thoughts had consumed me so much that I almost didn't notice Tyson had opened the sliding door to tell me something and I guess I should've responded right away. Pft.

"Tia."

"Huh? Oh, sorry, babe. What's up?"

"Well, I wanted to see if you were busy and it looks like you're very preoccupied with your notes but I've been calling you for ten minutes."

"I'm sorry, is there anything that you need?"

"How long are you going to be out here for?"

"Not long but if you need me now I'll help you with anything right now I can."

"What are you even doing?"

"Jotting down notes while drinking my coffee, Tyson, but do you need help with something? What's up?"

"I need you to get back in here so I can get ready for the day. You're already dressed but I can't even get dressed because I'm making sure the kids don't get into shit in the house."

"Tyson, all you had to say was "Can you come back in here so I can get dressed" instead of talking shit to me this early in the morning."

"I'm not going to argue with you, just get back in here. Please."

I let out a sigh as I got up and had to remember to take deep breathes because Tyson was in a foul mood so that meant that I had to maintain my cool unless I wanted to have a shouting match with him. I sat in the living room while the kids played with their toys while I continued to jot down notes while drinking my coffee because my mind was flowing with a ton of ideas, even ideas about what type of wardrobe I wanted to wear, and started ideas on that until I heard Tyson yell out that made me jump.

"FUCK!" He gently tossed a toy to the side when he had walked back into the living room. "All these toys everywhere is driving me insane and you're sitting down instead of cleaning this mess up…what the hell are you writing that's so important?"

"Fuck sake," I muttered to myself. "Why are you being such an ass?"

"Because I can," Tyson retorted.

"I want you to leave me alone if you have nothing to good to say to me, Tyson. This isn't like you to be mean to me for no damn reason."

"I'm not in the mood, Tia."

The toys were cleaned up with the exception of a few that the kids continued to play with as we tidied up the living room to Tyson's liking so he would stop bothering me…but he kept bitching about the smallest shit ever. Once the kids were fed and ran all of their energy out at the park, I laid them down for their nap and came to my favorite spot in the house: my dancing area. I put on a record, opened my journal, and continued where I left off with ideas but as soon as my pen hit the paper in the journal, I saw Tyson standing in front of me with his hips on his hands. This shit was getting out of hand now.

"Tyson, what IS your PROBLEM!?"

"YOU ARE! What the fuck are you doing!?"

"I'm jotting down notes for the play I'm in!"

Tyson stepped forward to snatch the journal out of my hand so he could toss is across the room…and yeah. That was the final damn straw.

"Go get it, Tyson."

"Get up, Tia."

"Not until you get my journal."

"Fuck your journal."

"Then fuck you."

"Why are you being so difficult?"

"Why are you?"

"You want to know the truth why? Because I don't want you getting so wrapped up into what you're doing to the point where you can't even help me with the kids!"

"Tyson, I was literally outside on the damn patio writing and all you had to do was ask me to come in to look after the kids while you got dressed. What the hell is going on with you? You're irritating me."

"I've been very patient with you wanting to act and dance…I have…but…" Tyson rubbed his beard real quick while shaking his head. "…you're being unfair."

"Why would you say that?"

"You always tell me not to put wrestling before the family but I see you so immersed in your research for your role, that you think it's okay to not look after the kids. I'm supposed to wait on important business calls for AEW because I have to look after the kids while you audition at the theater. I'm supposed to cater to you and your fucking wants all of the damn time and I'm tired of it, Tia! I am sick of it!"

"Tyson, I'm not making you put your career on the backburner for anyone or anything! And I'm not putting my auditions before the family either! I thought we agreed on you looking after the kids if you are home while I audition!"

"Do you have to go all of the damn time!?"

"If you want me to miss a day, then I'll do it if that's what you heart desires very much but you can't go back on your word, Tyson! I'm a stay at home mom so don't you think I may want to get out often, too? If something was bothering you, you should've said something to me in a mature manner instead of acting like an asshole towards me!"

"Shut the fuck up."

"No, YOU shut the fuck up!"

"If I have to postpone another important conference call or anything else for you and your auditions, I'm going to not be a happy camper."

"I can't believe you're acting like this…" I got up to go grab my notebook but Tyson beat me to it and he wasn't going to give it back to me without being difficult. "Please give me my journal."

Tyson threw it again on the floor and that dammit was the last straw. I pushed him as hard as I could despite him being made out of rocks, grabbed my journal, and walked back to my spot on the floor with irritation flowing through my veins which made me rewrite quite a few things on the pages. Tyson finally left me alone so I could concentrate on my work and before I knew it, I had written about ten pages of ideas of what I wanted to do for my character.