Weekend parents can’t raise kids.
And a weekend lover can’t fix a marriage.
Maybe it’s my unresolved daddy issues that’s kept me in this relationship three years with a man who barely pays attention.
“I know I said I was coming—I’ll make it up to you.”
“You haven’t even made up for the first, or second…”
Or third or fourth…
Fifth.
“But you understand I have work.”
I’ve reached my wits’ end, and I doubt he knows. No matter how many times I complain, nothing changes. I still feel neglected.
“I promise.”
Empty words. Broken promises.
I hang up.
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