Yes, YES! I do. Okay? I want to surrender. I get it. I’m always moving and it’s just… I’ve never, I never… um… (Trying not to cry) It was just me. So, I had to protect me, and now I have to protect him. He’s just a baby and I’m broke. I pay the lawyer and my student loans, barely. I work and pump. I nurse and sleep, nurse and eat, and nurse and pee. (Crying) I clean our tiny apartment, grocery shop, change diapers and wonder why, if I’m this busy, haven’t I lost my baby tummy yet. You want me to relax, to rest, to trust you, to give something over, and I want to, but between this messy single mother thing, the idiot baby daddy, the lawsuit, the mommy tummy and under-eye circles, dirty diapers, piles of dishes, all I keep thinking is, WHY? WHY does this man want me to surrender my mess to him? I don’t understand…..
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- Written by: Jessie McLaren