Dear scd:
Our daughter just came to me, crying and upset. She asked me why you had to get on your motorcycle. I don't have an answer for her. What am I supposed to tell her? What am I supposed to do? I'm really mad at you right now because you left me alone to raise her something you promised me that August afternoon in your apartment in Fayetteville, sitting on your couch watching/not watching the coverage of Princess Diana's death, that you'd never do. I could really hate you right now, but I can't because our daughter, who looks and acts so much like you, needs me. What I really want to do is cry with her, but I can't. I'm still too angry. Her heart hurts and I can't fix it. My only job is to protect her from hurting and I can't do that. How do I fix it?
Looking for answers,
B's mom