There was something eating away at Tyson but he didn't want to say anything to me nor did I want to say anything to him and like hell was I going to tell my parents anything. I wanted to talk to his parents but they would call him to ask what was wrong and then that would create even more problems so I left them out of the issues. I went to my therapist to talk to about the situation that had happened and they recommended I invite Tyson to a session so we could talk about any issues that he's having. That would be an obstacle that I would have to try to get over so my therapist recommended that I talk to Tyson when he's not irate. For the first time in a long time, I didn't cuddle Tyson in bed before going to sleep, instead letting out a small sigh as I let the tears flow from my eyes as I closed my eyes and went to sleep. I love Tyson with all of my heart but he was out of line for how he behaved towards me for no reason whatsoever. I didn't understand it at all.

All I wanted was for him to be proud of me and support me like I've done for him.

We barely said anything to each other for the next couple of days as we didn't want to fight or argue again, especially in front of the kids as they were way too young to see us fight. Despite us not talking to each other much, I still washed my husband's clothes, made sure he had a nice hot meal to eat, drove him to the airport along with the children so they can spend any time with their papa before he had to leave home for work. I still went to my auditions, rehearsed my lines, drew sketches of my outfit that I wanted to create, wrote out some lyrics and poems in my notebook, came back home in time for the kids to watch Dynamite, and waited for Tyson to return from another business trip. All I kept thinking about was Tyson while he was away. Even though we had a bad argument, I still missed him and wanted him to come home so I could talk to him and find out what was going on with him. I had been lying in my bed with the kids next to me when I felt my side of the bed move that made me jolt out of my sleep to see Tyson sitting next to me. He didn't tell me when he was coming home but I didn't expect him to be home so early the next day in the morning especially since it was raining and pouring hard this morning but it's apparent he had left immediately after Dynamite.

"Hey," I said quietly.

"Hey. How are you?" Tyson asked. He gave me a kiss on my forehead and grabbed my hand, holding onto it tightly as he smiled a little.

"I'm fine. Are you okay?"

"No, and I need your help, Tia. I haven't been feeling myself lately and I need to talk to someone asap."

I immediately called my therapist to see if they had an available appointment for me and Tyson and I was beyond thankful when they told me yes. I was happy that he had come to me saying he wanted to talk about what was bothering him that caused him to act nasty towards me out of the blue and I wanted to hear single thing that he had on his heart to say.

He explained to me and the therapist how he felt that I guilt tripped him into letting me following my dreams of dancing, acting, or doing whatever it is that I wanted to do and believed that I was always hounding him about not putting wrestling before family. Tyson explained that there's still some things he'd still want to do as a wrestler during his career but sometimes he's afraid of what I'll say in regards to him being away for so long. Maybe I was trying to control his career in a way without knowing it but I made it clear that it was never my intention to do so at all and I apologized for making him feel that way as it was never my intention to do that to him. He told me that he realized that he was overreacting while not being mature enough to talk to me about anything that was bothering him, apologized to me about snatching my journal from me, and asked me for his forgiveness.

"I already forgave you," I said.

"Communication. Communication is key," my therapist said. "You two have a healthy marriage, just incorporate more communication in regards to anything that's bothering you two. Anything else you guys would like to tell me?"

The rain wouldn't stop falling down outside, hitting our window as if it wanted to climb through the window so it could sit with us in our room as me and Tyson laid together in bed. I wasn't asleep but I wondered if he was asleep or staring up at the ceiling like he did sometimes when he couldn't sleep. I had felt much better after we came home to talk with each other about what made us happy, sad, angry, etc. so we could get a better understanding of how we could keep from fighting with each other over the smallest things. I told Tyson that I never wanted him to limit himself in his career because of me, just don't get too consumed with it just like I'm not too consumed with my upcoming roll in my play.

"Fuck."

"What's the matter love?"

"I can't sleep."

"Want me to make you some tea?"

"No, I'm alright. Do you think I'm a good father and a husband?"

"Of course you are."

"I don't feel like it sometimes."

"Well, you are a great father and husband because you have two kids who love you to the moon and back and I love you, too. Don't you start thinking a bunch of damn nonsense, Tyson Smith, Senior."

"It's hard not too sometimes, Tia Lily Smith."

"I sometimes wonder if I'm a good mother and wife then I realize that I'm not perfect but I do the best I can as a mother and a wife…I see my family happy. Which means I'm doing something right AND Tyson is doing something right."

"I hope I'm doing right by the kids…and you. Can I come to one of your plays when it starts?"

I smiled to myself, nodded, and gently tapped his hard rock stomach that my hand couldn't pry itself away from at all throughout the night.

"Of course."

I smiled even wider at the thought of Tyson coming to see me in one of my plays when it was time and started brainstorming more ideas that would be jotted down into my journal. Tyson pulled me on top of him, turned on his light so we could see each other face to face, and ran his hands through my hair that was now braided.

"I love you very much…" he said.

"I love you, too," I said. "Try to get some rest if you can and in the morning I'll make you some breakfast and pamper you a little."

"Pamper me?"

"Yes. You've been tense lately so I'm going to help you relax a bit in the morning. Deal?"

"Deal."

I smiled, gave Tyson a quick kiss on his nose, then turned off his light, and laid back down next to him so we could finally get some type of sleep.