I felt like I wasted my time after reading this article but I did find some parts funny. I wonder if this is what some women do when going through a divorce. It's a little dramatic I think:
My three year old's daddy phase is driving me crazy. My married friends tell me their kids went through the same thing, but when my son asks for his daddy it, it feels so loaded. It's as if he is somehow telling me in his limited vocabulary that I'm not enough for him on my own and that he's missing some fundamental experience because his parents do not live together.
He couldn't then verbalize the now oft-heard, "where is my Daddy?" though I am sure his young mind was searching its limited inventory for the answer to that question. Selfishly, I was grateful he couldn't talk. I can't imagine what parents with older children go through in times like these.
I wandered through LaGuardia, my face purple and eyes swollen half-shut from crying for 18 straight hours. My son attached to my chest in a baby carrier, I hobbled through the terminal sobbing and gasping for air. People were staring. A few stopped and asked if I was OK. They probably thought someone had died. And someone had... the man I had known and loved for seven years was gone.
I didn't know what to do with my anger, frustration and pain. At one point, I asked my dad to keep an eye on my son and went out behind the tall bushes in my parent's backyard and screamed for about two minutes at the top of my lungs. My anguish pierced through my parent's quiet Midwestern neighborhood and I fell into a lump on the grass.
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