Demi

Dream career, amazing husband, perfect marriage, perfect mother, warrior. These words are all things people use to describe the life they think I have.

But they couldn't be farther from the truth.

Career obsessed, resentful husband, falling-apart marriage, shitty mother, broken woman. Those would be more accurate.

It wasn't that Wilmer and I didn't love each other anymore, we just lost that connection we used to have. Admittedly, it was mostly my fault. I became career driven. At first it was a forgotten date, then choosing a meeting over a date, which escalated to missing anniversaries. I knew it hurt him each time I chose work over him, but something in me was obsessing over the work I was doing and was honoring the contracts that I had with big corporations over the contract of marriage I made with him.

My daughter, was an absolutely beautiful four year old. Although, I had barely seen her grow up as I was wisked away in private jets leaving Wilmer to care for her. There were times when she was a baby that I would come home and she'd cry when I picked her up because she didn't know who I was. Each time was a shock to me, but I never stopped leaving. I told myself that I needed to make a good life for my daughter, but little did I know I was ruining her world instead.

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I woke up laying next to Wilmer, a rare sight since I was on break for the week. It was almost awkward, most of our contact in the past months had been on Skype, and those calls only happened when Mia wanted to talk to me.

"Good morning." Came his gruff voice beside me.

I turned over slightly, "Good morning."

He faced me, "Can we make today a family day? No work? No calls and emails, just us and Mia?"

I closed my eyes and nodded, "Yeah, definitely."

Wilmer kissed my forehead, then we both took our phones, checking twitter and our messages. Neither of us noticed our door opening until something hit me in the stomach.

"What the hell?!" I exclaimed, then smiled when I saw my giggling daughter laying across my stomach.

"I scared you mama." She squealed out.

"Yes you did... Do you know what happens to little girls who scare their mama's?"

She looked up at me excitedly, then screamed as I grabbed her and began to tickle her, "NOOO MAMA!" Wilmer grabbed her ankles and began to tickle her feet and we both worked together until she was gasping for air. "That wasn't very nice." She pouted, but then smiled and stood up, jumping on the bed, "What are we doing today? I wanna get ice cream. Can we get ice cream? I want ice cream for breakfast."

I grabbed her arms and sat her on my lap, "Okay, what's gotten into you? Why are you such a jumping bean?"

She giggled madly, "Because you're home mama, I like it when you're home. So does papa."

I went to answer, but my phone began to ring beside me and I saw it was my record label CEO. "Hang on baby." I stood up and began to walk away but Wilmer cleared his throat and was watching me expectantly. "I have to take this." I said, and walked into the closet. So it was one phone call. What's the big deal?

Turns out, I was leaving again. It was obvious I had no choice as after Mr. Lankon told me, he hung up abruptly. I leaned my head on the doorframe and watched Mia and Wilmer giggling and playing together. I didn't want to leave them, but I had to in order to keep my career. I took a deep breath and walked out. Wilmer looked up immediately and went to speak but Mia's shoulders dropped.

"Are you leaving again mama?" She asked in a tiny voice.

I closed my eyes so I couldn't see Wilmer's glare and took a deep breath, "Yes. But it's only for a few days baby girl, then we can have a family day when I get back. We can go anywhere you want okay?"

She sniffled was quiet, "I don't want to go where you go. I want to go with you. Don't leave."

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed, "You know you can't go with me until you're older. You have school baby." She shook her head and got off of the bed, walking out of the room. I rubbed my face with my hands and could feel Wilmer's eyes on me. "Don't start." I snapped, walking into the closet so I could pack.

"Don't start?! Really Demi?! Do you realize how excited Mia was to finally have you home?! She kept going on about how you could finally sing her sleep and tuck her in because I 'don't do it right'. She was so excited about this."

I shook my head, "I don't know what you want me to do Wilmer?! This is my career! This is what gives her clothes and private schooling and whatever else she needs. Don't you realize that?!"

He scoffed and shook his head, "That little girl loves you. The least you could do is be honest and realize that you're only doing this for yourself! You know it's wrong! You know it's fucked up! If it's not why don't you explain to the world how instead of being at Mia's birthday party you skyped her from a plane going to Toyko! Huh? Because you know what they would say about you! That you're a terrible mother for doing that! And you know what? I'm starting to think that they would be right."

The words had barely left his mouth before my hand was colliding with his cheek, "Don't you dare call me a bad mother!" I screamed at him, "I make sacrifices so that I can give her what she wants."

He held his cheek, "You still don't get it do you?! The thing that she wants most in the world is the one thing she can't have. YOU!"

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