“Alright, Mom.  I have to go.”
Our morning conversation was beginning to bleed into my working hours and I could no longer ignore the screams from my inbox.
“OK, baby.  I love you.”
“I love you, too.  Thanks for listening to me be a raging whore all morning.”
“Mmm… I’d say raging bitch.”
“Oh.  Right.”
“Technically I don’t think I can [...]

He doesn’t usually crawl into bed with me.
That should have been a sign.
“Devin, what are you doing?” I asked as the alarm blared again and I realized my nine year old son was snuggled into his father’s side of the bed.
“I’m tired.  My leg hurts.”
“It’s time to get up, buddy.”
He groaned and pulled [...]

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I cannot figure out the relationship between my husband and my son.
Our son.
I wonder if that’s part of the problem.
Jared’s interaction with Devin (and Devin’s with Jared) is startlingly different than my own. Startlingly is my word, I suppose, as I find that it bothers me more and more as Devin gets older and [...]