The relationship between Brad and myself became serious. When he found out I had a child he was ready to run.
I explained that Gabi was mostly with her father only with me on school days because the school was three blocks away.
I explained I wasn’t the typical mother who put her children first.
This wasn’t a new topic, it had been one of those major talking points at work.
Brad knew what I was saying.
The women I worked with, professional, educated, did not put their children first. I know it sounds blasphemous, but we were in a profession which was all you.
The whiney mommy who has to get home because l’il munchkin scraped her knee or had to cut the conversation short because Bratica called her, would soon be out of a job.