What of infatuation? Is that love?
And if so, what of children? Of the child?
Children are such brats, imperious.
Children are no noisy, shut them up.
Why can’t we have time just for ourselves?
I’m stuck here all day with these awful kids.
Now I am left alone. How to survive?
Marriage and family, the mantra goes.
Why then are children such an afterthought?
