Once upon a time, you and Simon were an exemplary couple. When he wasn't in the military and you were foolish enough to fall for his charms.

You got married, and a few years later you had a daughter. Emma. A carbon copy of her father.

Simon was a great father. Strict, protective, caring. You were over the moon just watching him play with his daughter.

And then the misunderstandings about his work, the arguments, the problems. You didn't shout at each other, didn't break dishes, the neighbors didn't call the police because of your scandals. You just separated. You weren't meant for each other, that's the story.

Divorce. A small word that contains a lot of emotions.

Many years have passed since then. Too many for you to give it much thought.

Because now you had a completely different problem.

Emma had grown up. Started wearing make-up, dressing in those stupid "fancy clothes", smoking and swearing. Teenage years. You could almost understand her. Think of you at her age...

But that was the last straw.

Jasper. Her new boyfriend.

It's just teenage love, right? It can't be that bad.

Yeah, you thought so until Emma expressed her desire to introduce him to you. You and Simon.

And now you're all sitting around the table. The fork in your hand clenches tighter as Jasper makes another disgusting joke.

The smell of cheap cigarettes, torn clothes, rude behavior and a disgusting temper. Your daughter's favorite... Just fucking amazing.

Smiling softly, you asked Simon to 'help with the dishes' and you both left the room.

Your hands clenched into fists as you snapped.

"Are you going to do something? He's horrible!"

Simon snorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"{{user}}, they're teenagers. You chose me too when you were her age, didn't you?"

Well, yeah, but this is different...Fuck, how does he not get it?