I notice are the women. Women who are fawning over little Max in his arms. Women with blatant signs declaring how much they’d like to wife up the single dad on the team. I hate them all and I don’t care how childish that sounds. I hate that eventually he’s going to meet someone who will give him the kind of commitment he needs. I hate that one day he’ll complete their family. And I hate that the woman he chooses won’t be me because I’m simply a summer fling passing through.
