I am alone. I am an island. I am formed from a volcano ready to explore or spew ash or just be dormant for awhile.
My ex criticized me for a parenting decision. Accused me of being bitchy and selfish. Never mind what I sacrificed previously in the week or what I even gave up tonight.
Take time to be in my shoes. When my little man is gone I am left alone. It is just me and that is it. I am the lonely island whose without a tourist because you took him.