It has been a long and difficult week, dear readers. One that started out with an ominous specter looming over its midpoint which, when it finally emerged from the wisps of preview and foreshadowing, bit down hard with toxic teeth. This past Wednesday marked the beginning of the long-dreaded and painful period of uninterrupted visitation for Trey’s biological father, and the actual changeover of possession happened with an unexpected...

You might have noticed that Wednesday passed without an entry from Brittany. This was not her fault. I hijacked her space, once again. I really am terrible about this. I bogart her days much too often, and I’d apologize for it, if only I didn’t enjoy hearing myself talk so damned much. Other things happened Wednesday, which were unfortunate but unavoidable. A few minutes before 6:00 p.m. rolled around, I was typing up the day’s essay...

I know I always say that I’m going to be brief, before I go on to relentlessly hammer out an ocean of verbiage for all of you to drown in – but this time, I actually mean it. I’ve had a very busy day, and I’m getting started on this entry much too late. I need to wrap things up before I even get started, so let’s cut to the chase and be done with it. Due to harassment from Brittany’s ex-husband,...

As a short addendum to yesterday’s essay concerning the explosive consequences of children pushing their mothers beyond mortal limits of patience and endurance, I’d like to share a brief anecdote from my recent days of parenthood. I haven’t been a father for very long, and I suppose I’m not technically one until Brittany and I are married in late October, but that’s a simple formality of bureaucratic paperwork,...