“You’re so patient with her.”
She has noticed me with Sam.
“It’s the Zoloft” I laugh and wish I were joking.
My new friend on the bus looks annoyed “Or it’s just that you’re a good mother.” I laugh again, but there is darkness there
Behind what I have not said; what Sam and I both know.
I shiver because I know that yes, it is the Zoloft.
And without it, I am not a good mother.
This piece was originally printed in Mamalode’s Balance print issue.