The child saw everything. W used to tell me
all the time that he was "concerned about the boy". That
boy whose name he always seemed to forget.
Are you picking up your son? Is your kid with you this
weekend?
At the beginning he was playful and interested in my son's
games and questions. Hindsight kicks abundant ass.
I'll now face it: once W had Ma spread like sweet creamery butter
he didn't need to do the I'm practically a kid myself!
routine anymore.
Moral of this blog?
If I have to separate my family life from the man I share
my body and soul with I AM WITH THE WRONG MAN.
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