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I ruined it!  Ben doesn't talk to me anymore, he doesn't come to the house anymore and he doesn't even call to see if I'm okay

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I ruined it!  Ben doesn't talk to me anymore, he doesn't come to the house anymore and he doesn't even call to see if I'm okay.  Why do I always do this?  We were so good...

After he left that night I went back to my fateful life, sleeping, playing shows, drinking, sleeping and crying.  When I'm not on stage, you can be sure I'm drinking while I'm taking a bath.  This is now my routine.

— Mama, is my dad at Ellen's?  -Yn put his face on my bedroom door.

— I don't know Yn, I don't even know where he's been anymore.  -I sighed turning to her.  I was lying there looking at the walls.

— I just saw it on TV.  Shall we see together? -she jumped on the bed lying next to me.

— Whatever.  -I took the control of the tv turning it on, put it on the channel and there they were.  Ben Affleck being interviewed by Ellen.

— Please... A round of applause for our other dear guest... Casper Smart!

— Why the hell did she call Casper? - I said to myself looking indignantly at the TV screen.

— Oh, hey guys, how are you?  -Casper entered the studio being greeted by shouts, applause and whistles.

— Casper, you look great.  -Ellen went to meet her guiding him to the sofa where Ben was.

— Thanks, you look great too. -he sat down next to Affleck.  — Hello Affleck.

— Today's game will be Who Knows Best.  -Ellen started to explain. — You two will have thirty seconds each to answer each question, whoever answers first.  Obviously you win, but what you don't get... You'll get a pie in the face.
- laughed.

  The two walked to one side each, stopping in front of a platform that had a red button in the middle.

— Press and answer?  -Ben asked to confirm and she nodded.

— Didn't she just explain that?  -Yn laughed.

— We will?  One... Two... Three... First question... What is JLo's favorite color?

What's my favorite color?  Am I going to be the agenda of this game?  No, it can't be!

— GREEN!  -Ben yelled quickly pressing the button.

— THAT PAPI!  -Yn screamed at my side.

— Correct!  Now... Jennifer's middle name is...?

— Lynn!  -Casper spoke first.

— How many children did JLo want to have?

— Several.  -Affleck shrugged.

— The color of Lopez's eyes?  I doubt they get it right!  - laughed.

— Brown, when looked at against the sun, they look the color of honey.  -he responded.

  Ben always said that to me, he always said my eyes had three different shades for each angle to look at them.

— Looks like you're paying attention, don't you, Ben?  -laughs at Ellen's answer.

— There goes a tough one… JLo has two tattoos, one lowered from her breasts and one on her left buttock.  What are tattooed designs?

— Mama, do you have tattoos?  -Yn looked at me shocked.

—  I don't have.  -I shook my head and laughed.

— She does not have.  -Casper answered first.

— Correct, JLo doesn't have any tattoos.

— As you know?  -Shit, why did Ben ask that?

— Ouh... -Ellen looked at the two of them.

— Knowing, you know how it is... -He laughed weakly.

  Fuck Casper!

  The moment I saw his smirk grow and Ben's face scrunch up... That would be too bad.

— IT WAS YOU, WASN'T IT?  -he yelled pointing to him.

— I?  What?

— YOU SON OF A FUCK!

— Calm down Ben, we're live!"  -Ellen stopped him.

— Mama, what's going on with my father?

— I'LL KILL YOU, FUCKER! -he came out of the place that was practically jumping on Casper's neck.  — YOU BREAKED UP MY FAMILY, DO YOU THINK THAT'S COOL?  -he gripped his neck with both hands.

— BENJAMIN!  FOR, THAT'S A TV SHOW!

— I didn't force anyone to do anything... She stayed because she wanted to! -he squeezed her neck tighter.

—  Is it over there...?  -Yn got up from the bed.  I turned off the television before they could say anything else. 
— What are they talking about?

— Yn, Sunshine… It's adult stuff.

— No mom, it's not adult stuff.  These are things that apparently "broke our family"? -she made quotes with her fingers. — Isn't that what my father said?

— Yes, it's over, but it's been so long.  We shouldn't talk about the past.

— We owe when it caused my parents to split up!  -She tapped her foot.

— That doesn't tell you respect!  - I said rudely getting up and stopping in front of her.

— SAYS RESPECT YES!  WHAT WAS IT?  BETRAYAL? -she scoffed and  me looked at the floor.  — TELL ME IT WAS NOT THAT MOM!

— YN GET OUT OF MY ROOM NOW!  -I pointed to the door.

— WAIT… NO!  DID YOU BETRAY MY FATHER?  WITH CASPER?  REALLY?  - she screamed.

— I TOLD YOU THAT THIS IS ME AND YOUR FATHER'S BUSINESS!  - I yelled back.

— DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU DID?  I...I...I ALWAYS WONDERED IF IT WAS MY FAULT...-she started sobbing.
— WHY DID IT?  WE AREN'T GOOD TO YOU?

— SHUT UP YN LOPEZ AFFLECK!  I ALREADY ASKED YOU TO LEAVE!

— I'M NOT LEAVING UNTIL YOU TELL ME...WHY DID YOU DO THAT, WAS MY FATHER NOT ENOUGH? YOU DIDN'T THINK ABOUT ME, DAMN, I'M YOUR DAUGHTER!  DID YOU NOT THINK THIS WOULD AFFECT ME?

— I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP YOUR MOUTH! -I hit her in the face. — Oh God, Sunshine… Forgive me… -I realized what i had done and tried to look at her face.  She hesitated and left the room without looking back.

  I went after her, but it was no use.  She ran into the bedroom slamming the door in my face.

— Sunshine… Baby, I didn't mean to… Please forgive me.  - I knocked on the door.

— GET OUT OF HERE!

— Let me in... It was, it was... I was nervous!  - I tried to explain myself.

  I sat at the foot of the door, I can't believe I just hit my own daughter in the face.  It wasn't enough for things to go from bad to worse with Affleck, who now fought with Yn, my mini Affleck...
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God how i wish i was in Georgia right now 🥲🤧🙌
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