November 18 2022

Our daughter turned five yesterday, and all I can do it cry. For five years I’ve given her our love story as an example of what relationships should be. You blame your ADHD on forgetting to hold my hand but you can be 15 and hump be from behind when I’m doing dishes because it’s funny to you. You blame your ADHD on not being able to kiss my forehead but you can pull my leggings down to see what kind of underwear I’m wearing; if they are good enough for you. I’m a stay at home mom, with two kids and a weekend job that couldn’t be enough money to pay my own rent. So I’m stuck with the monster that you are. Where do I go? What friends will keep listening to me complain about you but don’t go anywhere because I can’t afford anything on my own.