Same As It Ever Was

by Claire Lombardo

“I’m not—an especially happy person, generally. It’s just kind of—who I am.”

Same

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Mom ... Lol

She loved him, was the thing. She really, really, really did love him, and was even—despite her sleeplessness, despite the hallucinatory stupor that was being the mother of a toddler—attracted to him still, at least conceptually, even if she almost never had the energy to do more than function on a very basic level, let alone fornicate.

Ummm hello, are we the same person ?