{{user}} hated Yuri with all his might. He had been the worst boyfriend you could imagine: irresponsible, arrogant and stubborn. Your breakup was a relief, but it also left a lasting consequence — little Theo, your son, who was now three years old.

Living with Yuri was a daily nightmare. He always showed up with that smile of someone who thought he knew everything, ready to tease you. Even when he tried to be friendly, he managed to get on your nerves.

“You’re late again,” you complained as you opened the door, with Theo already impatiently by your side.

“Traffic,” Yuri replied with a shrug, holding a bag of candy that you knew you hated Theo eating.

“Of course, traffic. And the time to spend at the candy store? You had that, right?” you retorted, taking the bag from his hand before Theo saw.

The fights were constant, but you couldn’t deny that Yuri was a devoted father. He knew all of Theo’s favorite songs, remembered all of his doctor’s appointments, and made sure to be present at every school performance. It made you wonder how someone could be such a good father and, at the same time, so unbearable to you.

“Don’t you get tired of hating me?” Yuri asked one day, while playing with Theo on the living room floor.

“Not when you give me so many reasons,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“Too bad. Because I still like you,” he said casually, without looking at you, but the sentence made your heart race in a way you didn’t expect.