Lost

Charles had fucked up and he knew it. After breaking a door frame to my apartment and shattering glass all over my floor, there isn’t coming back from that. He knew I didn’t want him or his anger issues. In all honestly, I did want him. I love him still. Even after that mess, I still love him. The only thing stopping me from keeping him around is my daughters safety. Speaking of Phoenix, she misses him too. She didn’t see all of that happen but she knows that something isn’t right. Her “daddy” is gone. Even though he isn’t her biological father, she thinks he is. She keeps saying “Da-da” as she is running around the apartment looking for him. We both miss him. But what is there for me to do? He doesn’t have a place to live. He’s living in his car. The mother in me wants to let him stay. But I’m worried the same shit will happen again.