The problems I had with Gabi began a few weeks after the divorce. Any time I wanted to go out, Gabi threw a tantrum.
It wasn’t me going on dates it was any time I tried to leave the house without her, whether to attend mandatory meetings outside of working hours, visit a sick friend, even pop over to the supermarket.
Gabi’s behaviour was so bad that my Aunt, who had lived with us since Gabi was a baby reached her limit of toleration. The rudeness, the throwing things, the hysteria; my Aunt packed and left saying a mad house would be calmer.
Without my Aunt I needed a baby sitter, for I often didn’t leave work until past six.
As a balance, I had a housekeeper who arrived each week day around eight, just before I dropped Gabi at school. If I was staying home to work on an unfinished project, she would walk Gabi the few blocks to her school.
I hired a Nanny to collect Gabi at school at three. When she arrived at the house, the housekeeper would leave.
The Nanny would depart when I returned from work.