My husband (who was away visiting him family this weekend) texted me on Sunday, “Thanks for being such a good mom!” to our two dogs and cat.

I threw up in my mouth when I read that. It’s a sweet sentiment and he meant well, but where the fuck did he get the idea that I wanted to feel included in a day that is absolutely not for me?

It’s true I’ve been wiping our dog’s ass lately because he has medical issues, but I have also been fantasizing about putting the dog down, for both our sakes.

I am not a mother. And that’s okay!