As a single gay man, having a kid with my friend seemed like a great idea. But when our daughter arrived, I wondered whether planning to be a part-time dad was fair to her.
I spent almost a decade learning to be an 'only' after Matthew died. The un-learning is almost as disorienting.
I needed the stability they provided, but I resented the hole I was supposed to fill in their lives.
“Who would look after him if I wasn’t here?” and other questions this mom asks herself every day.
We thought we were being generous by giving my dad a week to live as a woman. But once we had that week together, we could never go back.
The D-word is a different kind of difficult when walking away means the kids aren’t yours anymore.
When I took in a twelve-year-old with PTSD, I knew it would be difficult. What I didn’t realize was how hard it would be to let her go.
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