Chapter 1
All day I waited. All fucking day. I waited for this man to come home from work and his football draft. I tried to keep the house tidied up as best I could while writing today. It’s not easy. It’s especially not easy for a mom during the summer. You want your kids playing outside, rather than on the ipads in front of the tv. But, I know, when he comes home and something is out of place, it’s my fault. He isn’t mean about it, he would never be. He’s disappointed. They’re only five and three years old, they can’t play outside alone yet. I trust Harley, I don’t trust the outside. I have a huge fear of something happening to my girls before I can save them. I think of every situation even when I just run in to use the bathroom. What if they fall off the swing and bang their head against the grass? What if they end up brain dead because I, their fucking mother, left them outside to selfishly use the bathroom instead of holding it.
