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Publié par | Xlibris US |
Date de parution | 30 novembre 2022 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781669857631 |
Langue | English |
Poids de l'ouvrage | 2 Mo |
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Deadbeat Mom
Chrys Finlayson
Copyright © 2022 by Chrys Finlayson.
Library of Congress Control Number:
2022922237
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6698-5765-5
Softcover
978-1-6698-5764-8
eBook
978-1-6698-5763-1
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Rev. date: 11/28/2022
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Contents
Deadbeat Mom
Michella
Sophy
Chris
Sophy
Brice and Michella
Chris
Brice
Sophy
Chris
One week later
Chris
This book is dedicated to every man out there taking care of their family however they can.
I lost my dad when I was eight years old, and wanted to do a book that celebrated dads, the struggles faced every day. Thank you daddy for being there for me until you couldn’t. RIP Chrysostom Finla yson.
To my mother who loves me unconditionally, and the uncles and mentors that stepped up when my father passed away, showing this little island gal love and filling the void from his pas sing.
To my kids and grandkids who keep me grounded and insanely sane. I love you shtun ckas.
Deadbeat Mom
He found himself sitting in his bedroom pondering all the shit...all of the drama and all of the craziness that his ex-wife Michella put him through for over the past 2 and a half years. Cheating, lying, stealing, Divorce, Child Support, stalking the job, harassing the kids for inside information about the goings on in his house.
He thought, “Lord, why?” He could hear his aunt Mel telling him that the struggles are what make us not break us. Right now all Chris wants in his life is peace of mind. He sat up and walked over to his bedroom window to look out on the continuous busy streets below.
Everyone looked like worker bees and the yellow cabs below look like giant bumblebees. He smiled, but just as quickly, his smile left him. His phone had been on silent all evening for a reason. He just could not take the constant text whistle from the “crazy one”. His friends nicknamed her Cybil jokingly, but he was glad she did not know it, or maybe she does, she never liked my friends anyway.
“Daddy” he shook himself out of the depressing reverie and went to go check on his princess Jenna. The only good thing he got out of the marriage is his daughter’s Jenna and Jebri. They were a double blessing to him, identical twin girls. When he think about their birth he always shakes his head and chuckle because twins do not run in either of their families, even though it has been rumored that his grand aunt had twins years ago when she was young but they did not survive, but aunt Mel always said it was folk lore, he smiled. “Daddy!” I had better get to her before she wakes up her sister. Chris walks into the bedroom and found Jenna squeezing the life out of her raggedy Ann doll. “Hey sweetheart, what’s wrong?” “I dreamed I saw a monster over there.” She pointed with her little chin into the shadows. “Baby, I will beat it down. How dare you cometh into my daughtereth room and scareth her!” Chris stood up all dramatic using his hand as a gun and the other as a sword; he started swooshing into the air as though he was really fighting something there. He heard the giggle instantly from behind him. He loved to hear his girls laugh. After his grand performance to comfort Jenna he turned on the lights to show her that he destroyed the monster and that with her persistence left the night light on.