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Mother of the Year, or Fun Is Not

Your ex calling to ask if you have any plans for your daughter this summer (who lives with him hundreds of miles away, and thank god because she's much better off there than here right now), and trying to hold it together the best you can, and not holding it together well at all, and stammering down the line, "I'm going through a really rough time this week, can I call you back?"

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