Commuter Family
"Bye girls! See you Friday!" My partner gives three cheeks three kisses and heads out the door on another Monday morning, leaving me to go it alone (with the help of two afternoons of babysitting) for another workweek. I sigh and wish we lived, and she worked, in the same town. Sweeping up the crumbs from under the breakfast table while my older daughter cries and says, "Don't go!" I think about how this arrangement must be only a bit better for her than a divorce....
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