My daughter was a curious pre-teen and started asking questions about my meetings. I decided it was time to start the conversation.
As I left for work this morning, I took one more glance at my youngest. He was sadly staring at me, watching me leave him—again.
I was really in deep denial about my motives for this regaining custody. I thought I was doing it for my daughter, but that was bullshit.
I do all the things good mothers do; I feed, bathe and dress them, brush their teeth, and love them deeply. But I don’t like being a mom.