Yes, I’d like to believe it was harder on me than it was on her. And I do struggle with separations from her in general, I’ve been at home with her for 4 years and I’m just used to being with her. And I know it’s normal for young children to cry at being separated, that’s not really what got me in this case. It’s more the very sad fact of running into my own 3 year old child on a Saturday afternoon, during a day when I would almost definitely be with her given the chance. To me it’s devastating to bump into my own child around town and say hi and be forced to leave without her. It’s just not right and it feels like the part of this that isn’t tolerable and that will always, always be horrible. That terrifies me. I know it’s usless to think of the “shoulds”, but we should be together. This is just not the way of things.
