“There’s nothing to continue. One day, I would love to work with musicians. I would love to make documentaries and music videos, but that can’t be right now. Being a newly single mom means having to put my son first. Like now… going to pick him up from school because he’s sick. “My life, my priorities, doesn’t meld with that of a rock star’s.” She looks at me, and I feel the double meaning in her words: our lives, even though she knows I’m here for her, knows I’m in love with her, would never work because we’re two different people. She’s a mom, and I’m a musician. Well, fuck that.
