December 3, 1988
I gave birth. Wow. Baby is a miracle. I could hold baby all day. Baby is reason Mommy was put on earth.
December 5, 1988
Daddy is shaving. Baby is crying. Mommy is tired.
December 6, 1988
Daddy is shaving. Baby is crying. Mommy is tired.
December 7, 1988
Daddy is shaving. Baby is crying. Mommy is tired.
December 8, 1988
Daddy is shaving. Baby is crying. Mommy hasn’t had a shower in two days. Mommy’s arms are numb from holding baby. Mommy is losing her fucking mind. Today Mommy doesn’t want to be a Mommy anymore. What about me? What about me? What about me?
December 8, 1988
This is harder than I expected.
December 8, 1988
I’m not having fun.
December 8, 1988
It’s like I don’t exist.
December 8, 1988
Anyone there?
December 8, 1988
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December 8, 1988
Anyone? Anyone?