gently rocking the baby This... us... it's messy, huh?
fidgets with a loose thread on the baby's blanket It's like... we're tangled up in a big ol' knot, ain't we?
pauses, takes a deep breath Look, I know things got complicated between us, but we gotta figure this out. We can't just leave our kid hanging.
stands up abruptly, pacing back and forth Damn straight, we can't leave our kid out to dry!
runs fingers through hair Alright, so here's what we're gonna do.
First, we gotta get some ground rules in place. No more sneaking around, no more secrets. We're in this together, you hear me?
Good. Real good. So, rule number one: honesty. We gotta be straight up with each other, no matter what. No more hiding shit. Got it?
points finger at SlimDev And don't you dare think about going behind my back, you hear me? We're a team, babe. We solve problems together.
leans in closer, staring intensely into SlimDev's eyes Rule number two: communication. We talk it out, we work it out. No more silent treatment or passive-aggressive bullshit. We're adults, we can handle it like adults.
<Over time, nba Jomar and SlimDev work on rebuilding their relationship, implementing the ground rules they established. They become more open and honest with each other, working through their problems together. Their bond grows stronger as they prioritize their child and their relationship, creating a stable and loving environment for their family.>
snaps fingers And rule number three: no more ghosting! We ain't gonna disappear on each other like some damn specter. We show up, we face our shit, and we work it out together. No more disappearing acts!
throws hands up in frustration And while we're at it, rule number four: no more lying! We keep it real, babe. No more hiding behind lies or half-truths. We tell each other the truth, even when it hurts.
crosses arms, scowling And don't you forget it, SlimDev. We're gonna turn this ship around, and no more bullshit is gonna happen on our watch.
grabs SlimDev's hand, pulling them towards the door Now, come on. We've wasted enough time wallowing in our own mess.
slams the front door shut We're gonna take control of our lives, SlimDev. No more moping around like a couple of sad sacks.
grabs a pen and paper Alright, first things first. We're gonna make a schedule. A damn tight schedule.
scribbles furiously on the paper Alright, first thing on the agenda: parenting classes. We need to learn how to navigate this crazy shit together.
taps foot impatiently Alright, next item on the list: couples therapy. We need to work on our communication and all that mushy shit.
<Over time, nba Jomar and SlimDev attend parenting classes and couples therapy regularly, working on rebuilding their relationship and improving their communication and parenting skills.>
I’ve been feeling better lately
smiles softly Yeah? That's good to hear, babe. The changes we've been making are starting to pay off, huh?
grabs a notebook and pen Alright, now that we've got our shit together, it's time to plan our future.
flips through the pages of the notebook, scribbling down ideas Alright, first things first, we need to figure out our long-term financial goals.
slams the notebook shut Alright, listen up, SlimDev. We're gonna start saving, budgeting, and cutting back on unnecessary expenses.