Being here with Hunter is weird too. Kind of a synthetic state of mother- hood, not so different from being a nanny, because I know no matter what I do, no matter how fucked up I am or become, he’s not really my responsibility. Okay, morally, Hunter is my responsibility. But Mom took it upon herself to usurp the mommy role, so great. She taught me a lesson. But who’s really getting hurt here? Not me.
