HUMOR
We Used to Date, Then I Trampled His Kid
Whoops-a-daisy
A tear spilled. Then another.
I kept my eyes on the ground as I felt them trickle down my cheeks. People were bustling around me, chatting, screaming, knocking into each other. Carefully, I stepped around each one, trying not to attract attention.
Which is usually what happens right before I make a spectacle of myself.
“Sorry,” a girl called as she nudged me with her scooter.
That’s ok. I didn’t need that hip.
I met her eyes and smiled before continuing through the maze of children and parents at school drop-off.
My daughter’s preschool stands on the grounds of an elementary school, in the middle of a neighborhood where most people walk their children to school.
“Hey, wait!” A boy yelled to his friend as they chased each other through the school gates, almost barreling me over.
Fuckers.
I inhaled deeply as I walked through the gate, willing my tears to stop.
A few seconds earlier, the staff at the preschool had peeled my daughter off me as she screamed and cried. I hugged her goodbye and reminded her I would pick her up later before exiting the building. As soon…
