I hate being a divorced father.

I feel like an actor who went for the role of Hamlet and ended up playing the Gravedigger. Night after night I have to stand shoulder deep in dirt and watch some other bastard lift up the skull and make the ‘Alas, poor Yorick’ speech. And I can’t whack him over the head with a shovel because my son is watching and we must Set a Good Example for the child. Continue reading →