TOXIC PARENTING
Her Father Wants Something In Return
I won’t give it to him
I hit the delete button and stared at the blank, judgmental screen once more. I glanced at the clock in the corner of my laptop — 9:30 PM. It had been an hour since I sat down to write and I still hadn’t found the right words.
Frustrated, I leaned back into the large chair and tried to move my feet which were trapped under the considerable weight of my dog. After several nudges, he let out a sleepy growl and doubled down on his position, leaving me with no option but to remain seated in the dimly lit room.
This is why I need a snack bag attached to every chair.
It had been a particularly hard day juggling a substantial workload and a pouty toddler. My body began to ache from the tension it was carrying. I tried to relax and sink further into the chair but something was bothering me. Something I couldn’t put my finger on.
My phone vibrated loudly on the table next to me, making the dog growl once more. I reached for it and studied the screen.
Now I can put my finger on it. Although, I’d rather not.
My child’s sperm donor and my hopefully soon-to-be ex-husband had sent me a message.
