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seeing the kid was supposed to be fun, but it's not. i can tell he gets annoyed when i go home, miss his calls, or don't feel like going out. his irritation grows like a bubble around him, pressing me away and against solid objects that crush the softest parts of me.
i felt indignant at first. after a childhood on my toes against sudden tempers and misdirected tantrums, why should i have to waste any more time on my guard? then i grew quietly, irrationally angry. and then we fought about something entirely different.
and so it goes, i guess.
i felt indignant at first. after a childhood on my toes against sudden tempers and misdirected tantrums, why should i have to waste any more time on my guard? then i grew quietly, irrationally angry. and then we fought about something entirely different.
and so it goes, i guess.