I'm sort of horrified by the fact that T has become the kind of mother, the kind of woman, who never does anything for herself and is essentially losing herself a bit to motherhood. We never see each other for more than two hours every other month, she's as far as I can tell the primary parent, and she never takes any time for herself. The more horrifying thing might be that this is just what motherhood is, that this is what mothers want to be. I've seen so many women disappear into this life, while their partner is still acting like he did before kids, and somehow these women appear content. This complete obliteration of the self is probably the one thing that makes me think twice about wanting to be a parent