He would show up at parties, ... one day at my apartment building, I came home from work, and he was working there.
Sometimes I do envision just being a stay at home mom but not working isn't an option for me currently.
There are days when I struggle with wanting to be a full-time, stay-at-home mom, and feeling guilty about that because I work.
Everybody knows there is no such thing as normal. There is no black-and-white definition of normal. Normal is subjective. There's only a messy, inconsistent, silly, hopeful version of how we feel most at home in our lives.