A question about how motherhood nearly ruined me, which no one ever asks. A question about how I disappeared from myself, and from Nathan, and from the couch, going to bed at the same time as the children to get a head start on the night, which now ended, impossibly, at two a.m. A question about how we no longer seemed similar at all, but completely different, biologically opposed, two people on different schedules, having different experiences, who no longer saw the same TV shows, nor the world the same way.
