UPDATE Zero eye contact. Zero mutual conversations. Zero warmth.
That is, in summary, my wife whenever she comes to pick up our son. The only time she talked to me this week was to let me know that she will be going to the East Coast the first week of November for hospital interviews, and that I will be "getting" our son for that time.
She almost resembles a walking Alanis Morissette album.
This is what I'm fighting for? In a word, no.
I fight primarily for the sake of our son, and just as importantly for what was good in our relationship.
I shattered the glass, but will risk the nicks, cuts and seemingly impossible to put it together.
