Warning: There will be a short scene of fighting towards the end that includes name calling and a bit of physicality but nothing too drastic but proceed with caution still.


Tyson and I took the kids for a walk along our usual route that Tyson always takes when he does his runs during his workout. The exercise that we got with the kids was much needed as the fresh air filled our lungs as we hiked up the big mountain that was at the end of the road and when we got to the top, we took a look at our neighborhood. Tyson had Tyra in his baby carrier and T.J. was holding my hand tightly as they also took in the sight of the neighborhood.

"Pweety," T.J. said. "Mama, pweety!"

"I know," I said. "It's very pretty!"

"What do you think, Tyra?" Tyson turned to his side so the baby could see the neighborhood.

Tyra just turned her head away from the scenery to simply look up at her father and say "Peas". That's all she wanted was peas.

"I'll get you some peas when we get back home," I said. "But we're going to enjoy this nice day that's been put in front of us."

The sun had shone brightly along with the crystal blue sky that was lovely until a big dark cloud seemed to cover the entire sky…well, it was a cloud over my head that seemed to fall over my head and my entire day when me and Tyson were talking to each other about relocating…again.


"How long is your run at the play?" Tyson asked me as put our freshly dried sheets on the bed and helped me put the blanket on top of them.

"I think it'll be about a month or so…not that long. I told the casting director I just wanted to dip my toe back into acting just for a moment."

"That's good. Remind me of when your performances are and I'll reschedule any meeting I have to make it to all of your performances," Tyson said.

"Aww, thank you!"

"No problem, love."

We finished making the bed then laid down next to each other on our fresh clean sheets that smelled like a meadow in a wonderful part of the countryside. I laid my head directly over Tyson's heart to listen to the steady beat of it which always helped calm me down or get me relaxed whenever I was laying right on top or beside him but soon I wouldn't be calm. Neither would he.

"So, for the new year…you have an ideas on what you may want to do? Anything?"

"Well, I would like to move to Florida so I could be closer to work and I know you love it here in Canada but I'm thinking a move wouldn't be bad. I know you didn't want to move at first but I think it'll be a good idea if we did move into our house in Florida after the New Year and I know that the move won't be so bad…well, I hope it's not too bad for you."

"Isn't your sister still in the house?"

"She'll be moving in with a friend in Florida soon and she doesn't want to keep the house all to herself. We can still keep the cabin because I'm never going to sell it. Have you considered moving?"

"No." I sat up so I could look Tyson in his eyes. "I haven't and I don't want to move."

"Tia-"

"I'm not moving, Tyson, and the kids are going to stay here."

"Don't you think I should have some type of say so when it comes to the kids as well, Tia? I would like to be closer to my job."

"What's wrong with flying from here to the states and back?"

"Nothing but I have a house in the states I would like to live in, too. The neighborhood is safe, you can find another theater to be in, and our parents can come visit us. We're not moving to Antarctica you know."

"I don't want to move, Tyson."

"Okay, I see there's no getting through to you right now so I'm going to drop the subject."

"Thank you."

I hopped off the bed and went directly into the kitchen to start dinner so I wouldn't have to hear another word about moving again.


Cecile had come over for dinner right when it was finished so of course she had to get her a plate of beef, broccoli, and brown rice but I didn't mind making her a plate as there was plenty of food. She confirmed that she was going to move into an apartment with a friend in Florida so she was going to move out of the house after New Year's and thanked us for allowing her to stay in the home so far. She asked us if we were going to sell the house or stay in it after she moved out and that was the question that opened up a huge, gigantic, enormous, humongous, and big ass can of worms that would cut the dinner short.

Tyson didn't say anything at first as he had kept quiet throughout dinner but I knew he had waited for me to say something about moving and I decided it was best I said something so that there wasn't an awkward silence.

"I'm not sure if I want to move just yet," I said to Cecile.

"She doesn't want to move even though I want to be closer to work but of course I married someone who is fucking selfish, cries when she doesn't get her fucking way, and quite frankly I'm tired of her."

"You're tired of me?"

Tyson looked up from his food to give me his stoic look that he always gave me whenever he was mad but he didn't say anything else for a few minutes as Cecile couldn't believe what she was hearing. Thank goodness the kids had eaten earlier and gone to sleep because it would've been worse if they were present at the dinner table.

"Tyson?"

"What?"

"You're tired of me? I'm selfish?"

"Yeah, you are. I feel like I'm still putting aside what makes me happy for YOU! If you don't get your fucking way, you're crying about it!"

"I told you a long time ago I don't want to fucking move!"

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE WHAT YOU WANT ANYMORE! I'VE SUPPORTED YOU WITH WHAT YOU WANTED TO DO, I'VE MADE SACRIFICES FOR YOU, AND I'VE TAKEN CARE OF YOU! I WOULD THINK MY JOB IS IMPORTANT SINCE MY JOB IS HELPING ME TAKE CARE OF YOU AND THE CHILDREN! DON'T YOU FUCKING THINK YOU SELFISH BITCH!"

"TYSON!"

I immediately threw my can of soda in his face and slapped him in retaliation for what he said to me. I then got up some I could shove him as now I was angry, pissed off, and upset at my husband who I didn't want to lay eyes on right now but I was because I was hitting him. Tyson got up to grab me by the arms so I wouldn't be able to hit him anymore, pushed me against the wall, and pointed a finger in my face.

"Stay the fuck away from me," he said quietly. "Got it?"

"Tyson, Tia, please stop."

Tyson had already let me go once Cecile got up and I could do was stare at the floor as I heard Tyson leave the house. All I could do was sink to the floor so I could cry my eyes out.