I have been blessed with the ability to have the patience I've had with Tyson because once he got home, he insisted that he was fine and still could wrestle. I decided to let it be so I could focus on my outfit as that was keeping me very sane at the moment until I got ready to go to the theater. Don had come by and offered to help Tyson take care of the kids while I went to rehearsals.

I expected to have a nice day seeing my friends and going over the dance routine….which is what happened until the unthinkable happened.

I was in my dressing room waiting for my turn to be able to use the stage for rehearsals. All of my dancers were doing their own thing while also waiting so I thought I'd be able to relax a bit before heading out. I heard a knock on my door, said "Come in", and didn't expect to see Tyson come in.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Just came to see you," he replied softly.

He had sunglasses on which was odd.

"You're inside you don't know your sunglasses on."

Tyson took his glasses off but when he tried to hook it onto his shirt, they fell to the ground.

"Shit," he murmured. He bent down to pick up the glasses then slowly walked to me. "Hmm, I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too…" I know I don't smell what I think I smell!? I was about to kiss him but I smelled some liquor. "Have you been drinking!?"

"Only a little…." Hiccup. "Okay, maybe too much."

"Tyson, you are insane!?"

"Maybe. You know you love it."

"Not when you're intoxicated. And why are you drinking anyway?"

"Because I can and I'm not even that damn drunk."

"No, but you've had enough. Do you have a flask or something?"

Tyson pulled out a flask from his back pocket, opened it, and turned it upside down to show that there wasn't a drop left in it.

"Today just seemed like a day for drinking. Doctor told me I have a bruised kidney, I'm still in pain and I'm back taking some medications once again so I said fuck it and decided to drink some liquor to ease the pain. Is there something wrong with that, Tia?"

"Yes, it is. Give me that flask, Tyson."

"I'll give it to you if you kiss me…"

Tyson placed it back into his pocket then grabbed ahold of me to kiss me on my lips. I gently pushed him away while shaking my head.

"Tyson, please go home. Where are the kids? Where's Don?"

"They're home. I took an Uber here…"

"You need to go back home so I'm going to call Don."

"No!"

"Tyson, go home please. I have rehearsals soon."

Tyson pulled me up from my chair and forcefully kissed me, inadvertently pushing me up against my table behind me and lifting me up to place me on it. He reached underneath my shirt but I pushed him away out of irritation and disgust.

"What the hell has gotten into you!?"

"What, I can't make love to you?"

"You need to go! Get out and go!" I quickly left my dressing room and didn't look back as I angrily slammed the door behind me.

During rehearsals, I didn't think about my husband not once. If I did, then my mind would've been clouded with what had transpired in my dressing room and I needed to be focused on a big event that I had coming up in about a few weeks. I didn't have the time for my husband's nonsense before rehearsals and after because I wasn't in the mood. I knew he was in pain again but he wanted to drink his problems away but not face them. When he was sober, then we'd talk.

I called Don to come pick us up after telling him what had transpired. Usually, he's cool, calm, and collected but now he was quite livid with his nephew and couldn't wait to tell him off. Tyson had remained quiet for the rest of the night and didn't say a word until we got home. He kicked his shoes off and laid down on the couch until I put the kids to sleep and finally confronted him in the living room.

"Tyson, why are you drinking?"

"Because I hurt," he responded. "But what's wrong with some liquor?"

"Nothing but you barely drink and you're taking medication. That's not a good combination. And then on top of that, you're at the theater and you were forcing me to kiss you. The hell, man?"

"So, I'm a fuck up."

Don had finally joined us in the living room after changing into his pajamas and he was not happy with Tyson.

"Tyson, what is the matter with you? You can't start drinking when you're taking medication? And why didn't you tell Tia you were on medication again?"

"I didn't want her to worry."

"Well, I am worried about you," I said. "This isn't like you, baby. You're hurting and you need to talk to us, not hide anything from us."

"I'm tired….I'm hurting and I'm tired," Tyson said. "Fucking kidney hurts, I pissed blood today, and it fucking hurt like hell."

"You want to go to the doctor?" I asked.

"I went earlier before I got my drink...I just need some rest…"

"Let's go to bed, babe."

"Are you gonna be fine tonight, Tyson?"

"Yeah, Don."

"Okay, then. See you in the morning."

I helped Tyson to bed where he finally relaxed and fell asleep quickly after stripping to his boxers. I let out a small sigh of relief that today wasn't disastrous and finally managed to get some sleep of my own.

Tyson was still asleep when morning came around so I let him sleep in while I fed the kids breakfast. I poured myself a big cup of coffee, extra creamer, and extra sugar because I didn't know what kind of day I would end up having with Tyson. I loved my husband but he was stressing me out at the moment and the strand of silver hair I found in my braids today proved it. Fuck.

Don joined me in the kitchen, gave me a big hug, and also gave the kids a big hug. I've been grateful that he's been here because I would've already kicked Tyson's ass at this point.

"You okay?" Don asked me as he sat down beside me at the table.

"Yeah…no. I'm worried about Tyson."

"He's awake now. He's taking a shower at the moment and he's going to get dressed. I'm going to take him to the hospital so he can get a check up."

"Thank you, Don. I don't know why Tyson keeps putting his body through hell."

"I don't know either," Don replied. "But he's such a workhouse. I'm going to talk to him on the way to the hospital."

"I appreciate it. You want some coffee?"

"Yes. I can get it, don't worry."

I finished my coffee and made sure the kids finished eating as well then got them dressed for the day. I was in the kid's room searching for clothes when I heard the kids shout "Good morning, Daddy!" and ran to give him a hug.

"Morning," he replied. "Can I talk to you after we get the kids ready?"

"Sure."

"I know I was a fucking dickhead for what I did last night and I'm very sorry. I'm sorry for drinking and not telling you about being hurt."

I glared at the scenery in our backyard from the patio where we were sitting and didn't say anything at first but I finally turned to look Tyson in his eyes.

"You weren't my husband last night…I honestly don't know who you were last night but you weren't my husband."

"I'm sorry, you know I am."

"I accept your apology and you're going directly to the damn hospital, too. You got that?"

"Yes, ma'am. I do. I promise I won't do what I did again. That was wrong for me to do and I swear it won't happen again."

"Good. Now give me a hug, honey."

Tyson playfully pulled me on top of him while giving me a huge big hug and gave me a big kiss on my lips.

"Time for me to head out. You want anything?"

"Bring me a damn chili cheese dog!"

"You got it!"

I had made up with Tyson but I still wondered if we needed some time apart from each other. I enjoyed being married to him but I wasn't sure if I could continue to deal with the arguing, fussing, Tyson's random bouts of irritation and doing irrational things.

I don't know….only time would tell.