"So what do you want to do?", I asked Marciello.
"I want us to get better, Belle. I really do, but I feel like our relationship improves then it goes back to the same old shit. I'm tired of going around in circles. I feel like majority of our relationship we have been fighting," he said.
"I feel the same way. Maybe we should go to a REAL therapist this time and see what happens," I said.
"Yeah hopefully it helps if not I-I just can't keep living like this," Marciello said sighing.
"Me either," I said.
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Two weeks later....
The therapist recommended that we spent some time apart. We couldn't have any communication whatsoever. Even when it was time for him to get the kids, Deonté usually brought them to him.
I really missed Marciello, but at the same time it was nice not to have any drama in my life.
"Look mommy," Matteó said, smiling.
I sighed this child really just smashed his food all over his face.
Michelangelo laughed and did the same.
"No you don't do that. Food is to eat," I said, getting a napkin and wiping off their faces.
"It nasty," they said, scrunching up their face.
"You have to eat something," I said.
"Milk," they said, reaching their hands out.
It was kind of weird when they spoke at the same time, but I was starting to get used to it.
"You'll get some milk if you eat," I said, trying to persuade them.
It was really frustrating they just stopped eating and all they wanted was my breast milk.
They nodded their heads and I gave them some berries and a little Greek yogurt.
"Here," I said.
They eyed the food carefully before they started eating.
''Do you like it?", I asked.
"It okay," Michelangelo said, eating some more.
On the inside I was happy. It was getting so hard to find things they actually liked.
After they finished eating, I gave them their bottles. It took a lot to convince them to drink from the bottle but they eventually caved in.
"Tanks mommy," they said, doing a small belch at the same time.
"Your welcome," I said as I picked them up.
I went inside the living room with them and they played with their toys for a little while before they got tired.
"You wanna take a nap?", I asked them.
"Big bed?", Matteó asked, hope in his eyes.
"Sure, c'mon,'' I said as we went inside my room. They got on my bed and instantly fell asleep.
I silently thanked God. I was so behind in school work and I needed to get it done.
So for the past couple of hours that's what I did. I had finished majority of it, but I still had a couple more math assignments to do.
I was so tired and I ended up falling asleep.
When I woke up the kids were out of the bed.
I jumped up and ran out the room.
"Matteó, Michelangelo!", I yelled.
"In here mommy," they said, laughing.
Oh god I knew this wasn't good. I went inside the bathroom and saw them smiling.
"What did you do?", I asked them.
"We potty mommy," Matteó said.
"Where?", I asked.
They pointed to the bathtub.
