The weird thing is, I love being a mom. I love being her mom. We have a good relationship and she’s a great kid. Like I said in a comment on another of your articles, she was an easy baby, a great toddler, cute little girl, smart big girl, and she’s been a remarkable teenager. She’s been an absolute delight.

It’s everybody else. Everybody else makes motherhood miserable. Fathers. Schools. Doctors. Churches. Friends. Frenemies. Jobs. Government. Media. Businesses. Everywhere in society, you’re suddenly unwelcome because you did exactly what they expected of you. You made another person to help hold the whole thing up.