As I went from gas station to restaurant to random person, asking what transportation was currently running and finding none available, I resigned myself to walking home from the truck dropoff station.
Not usually necessarily a problem in concept – I mean, we have feet which are meant for walking! It’s just that the way home was along a busy freeway, with a cold, at night, and was relatively dangerous.
But, why I wanted to cry about it and almost full-out did was because I’m the leader: my partner isn’t home waiting for me, ready to applaud and reward my brave efforts.
I had to get home to be there for my youngling – and though our bond is strong, I must still carry most of the responsibility.
A parent’s job is to raise their children well – and then set them free.
He cannot be everything to me.
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