when it gets hard and you are who you hate

I am kicking Ginny out of our house for 2.5 days come Tuesday. She deserves more. But this currently seems tantamount to cresting Everest- so we’ll celebrate instead of mourn the fact that 2.5 days is a gold medal moment. I am the very dad that scoffed at fathers who acted like they were super heroes when they took care of their own kids…behaving as though they had done something worthy of a cookie. Or- worse yet- call dad a “babysitter” and I would verbally molly wop you upside the head.

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