I've never written anything like this before. My daughter is 8 months old. I love her. I'd do anything for her. But I don't enjoy it. Most days I'm counting down the hours until my husband gets home and then I feel awful for wanting him to take her.
Everyone said it'd be the best thing that ever happened to me. I keep waiting for it to feel that way. I'm starting to wonder if something is wrong with me.
