cory,
i’ve never been good at apologies.
i’ve also never been good at controlling my jealousy, and when i walked into your house and saw how good you with ingrid, something in me snapped. you made it look so easy.
it’s not fair that i’m her mother, and yet everyone else seems to be so much better with her. it’s not fair that i don’t know what i’m doing most of the time. she’s two years old, you’d think i’d have it figured out by now. but no, every day i’m out of my element, and every day i question why i can’t just do better.
anyway, that’s the only reason i said what i said. you’re not trash, i don’t believe that. your house actually looks lived in, like a home. i live in an ikea catalogue. i don’t even let people eat in the majority of rooms in my apartment. i don’t know why i’m like this.
ingrid clearly likes you a lot, and if you’ll forgive me, i would like you to keep babysitting her. she could use someone like you in her life.
