I should have known I had it coming. I spent last week crafting a pitch about ‘how I learned to love single parenting,’ and now I find myself unexpectedly doing just that and I want to die. I want to gouge out my eyes with my hands like a Pan’s Labyrnthine monster and walk around with them blinking and screaming ‘noooooooo. Not again.’ I needed more warning.
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