This is a story of imagines either based on songs, tv shows, or movies where there two main characters will always be the Residential Daddy of all Sexy Daddies Michael Jackson and (Y/N) So sit back grab a drink and some popcorn and enjoy the adventu...
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Michael's Point Of View:
I look at my wife yelling before me and I grow agitated, at the fact that it's moments like these that are always a constant.
The constant screaming, arguing and fighting.
I watch as her face goes from angry to raging mad and my eyes want to tear up but I won't let them.
Joseph always said that you can't let anyone except yourself see your vulnerability.
"Michael I don't need another fucking car, I need you to spend time with me and the children." My wife (Y/N) says still yelling and I snap out of my thoughts.
"I do spend time with you and the kids but if I don't work and shit how are we going to eat and live, not to mention this fucking media b.s I don't need this stress right now (Y/N) what is even your problem?" I say exasperated and completely over this melodrama.
"Michael if you don't shape up your act you are going to know my problem more in depth than you need to." (Y/N) says walking out of the room.
I don't know what that mean but she keeps frustrating me let me go into the studio....
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Months Later:
"Another Fucking Tour?! Michael do you think that is smart? The kids are getting bigger and they love having the little bit of time they get with now come on think about everyone here!" (Y/N) says and I shake my head she is always nagging.
"Yes my fans need this they missed me and I have been working on some of my music it will be good to promote it out there, not to mention I owe the record company one more tour before I can even retired, like you wanted." I yell at her and her eyes filled with tears...
"Michael I....I can't do this no more..." (Y/N) says as she walks away from me and I shake my head and let a tear fall after she walks out, why is my marriage getting worse.
I go into the studio to burn off this anger and focus on how I will deliver my friends a great show.
I return home from the studio and (Y/N) is sitting in the living room with a paper in her hand.
