Love Me, Love Me Not

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When I was a small child, my mom marveled at the fact that she could leave me practically anywhere or with anyone and I’d be fine. I wouldn’t cry for her when she left and I wouldn’t make a big deal when she returned. I was content. I was a good baby. No clinging, no separation anxiety, no tantrums. What more could a first-time mother ask for?

Now, as my second marriage is collapsing in on itself and I prepare once again for…