I have a choice: I can either not care and enjoy talking and drinking with my gal pals. Or I can spend my entire evening chasing my child down and making WWE look like a televised thumb war. I try and bring toys and even let the TV babysit her (gasp!), but in the end, she knows those are old tricks and not as enjoyable as throwing your grandmother’s China down the stairs.
Now she’s drifting into a world that he’s not allowed into, and I can tell he’s lost without her, not sure how to play on his own, maybe not even sure he wants to play on his own.
Confessional #25812433 "I might be interested in swinging or spouse-swapping, but I have no idea how the hell you ask friends w/o losing their friendship if their answer is “No”."
