I’m miserable today. I feel myself getting mean and petty inside. This grief is not subsiding but I keep tricking myself into believing it has. I haven’t responded to your parents about taking Z for a day and I don’t want to. I fantasize about telling your dad that you hated him and that I hate him, but I won’t. I hope. I don’t want to succumb to the shittiness I feel inside. I imagine him calling because Barb is upset and wants to see Z and me telling him that’s not my problem. I haven’t decided what is best for Z in this matter and until then I will just bide my time and keep from doing anything rash.
Just Another Single Mother 