It's popping downstairs but I'm upstairs, leaning over the bedroom balcony and thinking about that setup with the director and Kyra. How the hell y'all move in on my shower time though? That wasn't cool at all.

Seeing that moment on TV pissed me the fuck off so much and embarrassed me. Now, you know Ryker called me right after just to fuss at me and even Cam called to tell me he just witnessed secondhand embarrassment from that shit.

I had no idea they were recording our conversation and Kyra's walking around like everything's cool, even got a whole celebration, for the end of the season, going on downstairs. They just announced that a new season's been approved and they start filming when we leave for Hawaii.

This is some bullshit because we ain't spoke to each other since the shower debacle a week ago. We ain't slept in the same bed, rode in the same car, ate together, or anything since. She's soaking it all in.

Ever since then, I've been on the fence about leaving Kyra. What would it be like to leave Kyra? Lose everything we built and start all over again?

Kyra would bleed me dry and have the whole public laugh at my ass just to make herself feel better. Kyra's a vengeful woman.

How would Safari feel about all of this? Who would have custody over her? Hopefully, it'd be me. Kyra can have whatever else but my little girl goes with me.

My poor baby is trying to sleep and I'm trying to think while they're blasting music downstairs and being loud down there. I'm hoping and praying that Kyra ain't drunk.

Speaking of her sneaky ass, here she comes.

"Come downstairs, baby. Everybody wants to see you and I wanna dance with you," she says as she turns me around towards her backside and wraps my arm around her waist. She grinds her hips against my pelvis and I'm not moved by her seduction technique...if that's what you want to call it.

I snatch myself away from her and lean back onto the balcony again. She's definitely drunk and I'm still too pissed to even acknowledge her.

Keep that same energy you had when you got pissed at me.

She got mad because I was angry that they aired our shower conversation on TV. Everybody around the nation and Canada saw shadows of our naked bodies behind the condensation on the shower doors. Who wouldn't be pissed about that? Especially if you don't know that there's cameras in there? And it was planned?

Fuck all that.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" she folds her arms with that champagne glass held firmly in her right hand.

"You. You're what's wrong with me, Kyra. I ain't making myself look stupid again. The whole US already sees me as a joke."

Her decorated, freshly trimmed eyebrows scrunch together as she confusingly watches me. She deeply sighs and throws her arms in the air as if she's the one that should be tired.

"Tripp, nobody will see you as a joke. You know I always make you look good-"

"That's not what I'm talking about, Kyra. You ain't bothered by how they make us look, are you? When you go downstairs and talk to those caked-up executives and actors, do you think they're smiling with you? When they laugh, do you really believe they're laughing with you?"

Now she's acting like she don't know what I'm talking about with her squinted eyes and perched red lips.

Figures.

"Look, Tripp, I'll just put it like this. When you married me, you married my lifestyle too. Therefore, you're making yourself look stupid. What do you expect me to do? All you gotta do is get with the program or leave but you ain't done either."

Now that it's coming from her lips, it sounds like a better idea. At this point, this relationship is a whole circus act and I ain't trying to be no tightrope walker in all this.

I stare intensely at her and nod slightly. She takes a sip of her drink and keeps her eyes on me. She has no kind of care in the world right now and that's the confirmation I need.

Walking around her, I spot my suitcase in the open walk-in closet and quickly grab it. Then, I look through the porcelain drawers for my clothes and start packing as she's hollering behind me.

"What are you doing, Tripp?"

What does it look like I'm doing?

"Did you not give me an option? You said get with the program or leave, Kyra. When you're done fronting in front of all these two-faced clowns, let me know."

I'm going back and forth, between rooms, to get my things and Kyra's just standing there. She watches as I finish packing and begins to sniffle.

Ah hell. Here we go.

"Tripp, I didn't think you'd actually leave. Look, I'm sorry. I know you just want the two of us-"

"Three, Kyra....Three."

When your wife forgets that she actually has a child, that's how you know she's been in the limelight for way too long.

"...'three' of us to spend time together with no cameras and all, but this is our life now, Trippy. This is who we are. What do you expect me to do?"

"Nah, Kyra. This is your life. This is everything you wanted and it's getting to your head, making your forget about your husband and child. You're even willing to stoop so low that you'd expose your own child to a world of toxicity and I ain't with it, Kyra. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if there was a camera taping us now."

She just stands there in shock as I walk around her and go to Safari's room. Again, Kyra can have all this shit but she can't have my daughter. It's bad enough Safari can't sleep because of the noise downstairs. Now, her momma causing a scene.

"Now this is where I draw the line! You ain't taking my child-"

"YOUR child? Was she YOUR child when we fucked around and made her? She can't sleep with that shindig going on downstairs so I'm taking her with me."

Safari rolls around in her bed and whines once she hears us arguing. As much as I hate dividing the family, I have to do what's best for our child and me.

Eventually, she wakes up and I ask her to put her things in her suitcase. Before she attempts to ask questions, I promise that I'll tell her what's going on in the car.

Kyra charges towards Safari and tries to stop her from packing but I hold her back from even touching Safari.

"I said it before and I'll say it again, Tripp! You're not taking my daughter!"

"She wasn't your child when you had all those cameras on her while she was crying, was she?! She wasn't your child when you were downstairs chatting with those Karens, was she?! She's a prop to you, Kyra. You use her to make yourself look good. Now, back up," I argue before Kyra blocks the door.

Safari stands up with her suitcase in hand and she's watching us in worry. Her glossy eyes are a dead giveaway that she's scared. It breaks my heart so much but the other option we had just wasn't acceptale.

Throwing her backpack on my back, I take her hand and move towards the door where Kyra's leaning and sipping on her drink.

"You'll have to kill me before you leave this room. You're not going anywhere with my child."

At this point, Kyra's mascara is ruined. She's biting her lip and shaking her head as she chuckles to herself.

I just push her aside and we leave the room, making it downstairs to tons of people staring at us. Some whisper to each other, some watch us in shock, some are still dancing and drinking, and the rest are laughing at us.

That's what I was afraid of.

Kyra catches up to us and one of the party guests come to her once she reaches the end of the steps. "Kyra, darling, are you okay?"

She wipes the lingering mascara from Kyra's face and helps fix Kyra's posture. Kyra's watching me with sadness in her eyes, thinking of a way to cover her ass and stop crying.

My possible soon-to-be ex-wife clears her throat and manages to smile throughout the pain, saying "Absolutely! Safari couldn't sleep so my husband's taking her to her best friend's house. He'll be right back to party with us, right, love?"

Nah, she trying to trap me and get me to come back. She's giving me this pleading look as everybody else turns to me, expecting me to agree with her statement.

Then, her glossy eyes match Safari's and my heart slips just a little. Kyra knows I hate it when she cries and I fall for it each time. She breaks down my walls and I fall for her antics eventually.

Safari's holding onto my leg tightly and wiping her face as well. I'm about to answer until I hear...

"Mario, get this! This is too good to not add to the new season," the producer of that dreaded reality show says and that makes my decision clear from there.

"Actually, Safari and I need a little break, Kyra. Sorry to everybody but we're just gonna take a small vacation for a while."

****

Y'all think this is gonna be a permanent vacation?

I mean, the man's an engineer. Im pretty sure he can stand on his own two feet financially.

What about emotionally though? Do you think he's emotionally damaged?

Well, thanks for reading, y'all! I hope to see y'all on Wednesday!