Being a parent

Just got off the phone with Baggy Pants. It's 9 degrees in Nashville. Hahahahahaha. He got snow first. Maybe I am pre-menepausal, but everytime we talk I cry. He hates it. I miss him. I miss his presence. Being the brutally honest human that I am, I know in my heart I failed him many times when he needed me. So I overcompensate as often as possible. Our family put the fun in dysfunction. You might catch us on Springer, NOT. Kids just want to feel safe. I miss the smell of his dirty socks and this is fucked up folks. They stink for real. I don't care. They are part of him. He invited me to Nashville for the holidays. Tears were just running down my eyes. They might cut the umbilical cord in the hospital but guess what? The cord is always there people.....