if i drink caffeine, ill be up all night. i’m old.

we don’t even speak. we just send tiktoks back and forth.

keeps things fun and fresh.

📲 ; shauna. — what’s the occasion

📲 ; shauna. — fuck. i’m sorry, shauna. — i’m on my way.

📲 ; shauna. — not completely. — jeff’s a fuck for what he did.

📲 ; shauna. — both.

📲 ; shauna. — i don’t see how. every kid needs their mom. — well, except mine.

📲 ; shauna. — i doubt it. probably won’t be much older than callie.

📲 ; shauna. — maybe don’t.

📲; shauna. — i know, shauna. it’s okay to be sad. — i’m grabbing a carton of ice cream as we speak

📲 ; shauna. — probably not the best idea.

📲 ; shauna. — i don’t see him actually sticking this out.

📲 ; shauna. — i’m driving up.

natalie walks inside, carton of ice cream tucked in her arm as the other hand pushes the door open. “jesus,” she says when she sees the mess. “jeff’s only been gone for what, three days?”

natalie’s walking over, setting the carton of ice cream in her lap. “christ,” she says, starting to gather up clothes that were thrown around the living room. “why’re you going to june’s? they’re coming home?”

“i never thought you hated her, for the record,” natalie says, knowing better than anyone how complicated mother daughter relationships could be. “but that’s really mature of you.”

“i don’t understand how he can just take her,” natalie says, going to the laundry room and tossing the clothes into it. then she goes back and plops down on the other side of the couch. “should talk to jackie. have her threaten him with legal shit.”

“you don’t have to actually go to court. just scare him into sharing custody,” natalie says, leaning against the arm of the couch. “it’s not like jeff’s smart enough to know she’s bullshitting.”

“like i said, not the brightest crayon in the box,” natalie says, grabbing the ice cream and her spoon, taking a bite from the carton. “i don’t think this’ll last long.”