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2.5.11

2.0

i waited, and waited, and waited, a millimeter, a micron at a time, and last week E brought home her dad's girlfriend's stuffed teddy-kangaroo and wanted to sleep with it. And told me how cute it was. And wanted me to hug it. And it ... was pretty soft and fuzzy, actually.

He said he'd bring photos of her at Easter at the girlfriend's parents' - he apologized, again, for it being hard, and she apologized, too, for what it's worth, and you know, i know it's a nice gesture but i don't think they are doing it for me. but here is a thing: seeing photos of my daughter enjoying herself is not hard. To have extra people who love you is never a problem (i have caught up to myself, seeing as how i knew i would) and she has always collected grandparents like they're pink.

On the train we were all sitting across from a woman, another omaly type, and this woman asked E if she loved mommy or daddy more - she was sitting on Y's lap, hanging around his neck, and what a thing to ask a kid, honestly, and Y looked so uncomfortable and explained to the woman that daddy had left ages ago and he was someone else (really i think she was only commenting on how cute and happy we all were together and did not need this information, a stranger on a train) - but we go to the park and they fly, and we climb, and we have this golden patchwork moment and everything is perfect and i adore my life.

This is the new normal: we three play legos and ponies and pretend, we have dinner, on weekends we have breakfast. He has a jahreskarte at the zoo. In June we will all have a bigger apartment, a balcony, a garden. E's room will be nearly double what she has now, and we'll be a block from the subway but still quiet.

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scrawled @ 08:19