I Could Have Gotten Detention For This
Stalker In Training
Vacations Don't Always Clear Your Head
Off to the Mountains
The Ones You Least Suspect
Don't Drive to Boston
I guess I'm sick of winter.
Obviously, I have family issues.
The Amazing Animated Slime Mold
Don't Think About Texas
David Sedaris Doesn't Have All the Answers
Even a Sock Puppet Can't Save Me
Upstaged
Makeshift Runway
The Death of Indie Boy
My Stalker Soulmate
Imaginary Friends
Indie Boy Falls in Love
What Are the Odds?
College In the Woods
Airport Under Attack
Bart Simpson, SUV Driver
More School Dreams
Dysfunctional Family Vacation
Three Mixed-Up Places
A Fine Educational Institution
Why I Shouldn't Go Back to High School
Please Make These High School Dreams Stop!
Slimy Fish, Blood, Bad Poetry, and Other Things of Annoyance
In Which I Get Hungry
The Weird Running Girl Cheers on the Team
Welcome Home to the Eve 6 Apartments
The Dorky Road Trip
Rich and Stupid
The Starving Shutterbug
A Wholesome Night Out
I Swear I Would Follow Anything... Just Get Me Out of Here
Not Quite as Fun as a Blue Light Special
I Challenge You To a Duel
Deja Vu, College Style
The Love Child That Wasn't
Just a Little Awkward
The Two Enthused Concertgoers
Shopgirl Beauty Queens
Why You Shouldn't Date Me
Five Beers to Forget
The Game Room Crack-Up
I Shocked the Monkey
Always Second Guessing
At the Movies
I watch too much syndicated TV.
When I go to New York, I'll know not to spend my entire visit in an elevator.
Speed Racer is Dead.
Night School
In Which I Become a Whiny Brat
Friend From Another Planet
How My Fanatically Popular Ex Became a Powerpuff Girl
Why I Don't Spend Spring Break At the Mall
More Reasons to Avoid Family Vacations
What Do I Hear When I Say I Hear the Call of the Road?
Grilled Cheese and the Magical John Updike
The Unmasked Ex
Trying to Forget Your Name
The Tribe Has Spoken
Shakespeare, Kung Fu, and the Manhattan Countryside
"So I'm standing in this rye field..." and other bad literary allusions.
Why I Avoid Family Vacations
The Forgotten Sister
Home Invasion
The Flying Train
Let's Just Be Friends
The Masochist Strikes Again
We be hangin' in sex ed, yo.
The Psychotic Psychologist
So It Goes
A Nacho Cheesier Reconciliation
The Rummage Sale That Wasn't
Ex-Boyfriend Dream #4007
Forgetful Me
How 'Bout No Longer Being Masochistic?
Birthday Bust
Big Time Shopper
Would you like fries and a hooker with that?
Every Night is Ladies' Night at The Crab Shack
Pseudo Revenge on the Ex
Holiday Party Reject Extraordinaire
The Time is Out of Joint
TV Heroines Don't Get Dumped for Gay Guys, Do They?
Holiday Cheer
The Distorted Boyfriend and Other Stories
It's the Cheesiest
Gone Snowboardin'
Laura comes home.
Going to Ithaca
Chris the Druggie

"i don't watch tv"
A Poem of Tears
The fuckin hotspot.
paul
男女
afraid, Nillie, Charmed, Cosby - FEAR
UNDER THE LAMP
childhood dream 1
.dying.dreams.
22 October 1995: Devil Abuses Women
he just disappeared
Keanu Reeves
Strange
Patches Reincarnated, On Trial For Murder
Dave and Randomness
When At Night I Go To Sleep
first lucid dream
Story
Bones, Bones, Bones!
MARION HOLMES' ANSWER.
fettuccine, hiking and power puff girls
marrage
Sick Humour
little strange one
Moonlight

Author: Frannyglass





Chris and I had had a baby, but since we'd broken up, he took custody of it (him? her? I think it was a girl, so I'll refer to it as such from now on). He wouldn't let me see her. He also had a new girlfriend and was living with her. He wanted the baby to think of the new girlfriend as "mommy" and make sure that the baby didn't remember me at all.



I saw all this as though I was invisible and able to look in on Chris's life. He and his girlfriend and my baby were living in an apartment that looked exactly like my current apartment. The only way that Chris could see what was going on in my life was to go under the kitchen sink, pull out a bottle of green Palmolive dish soap, and look on the back. The back of the bottle turned into a screen only when Chris looked at it, and he could see what was going on with me. I was going nuts, of course, but he didn't contact me or seem to care much at all. He looked in on me with surprising frequency, but it seemed to be only out of curiosity and not out of concern.



Meanwhile, I was back to being visible. I was in an electronics store, looking at digital cameras, when I saw Chris, his girlfriend, and our baby girl. I wanted to take pictures of them with the digital cameras so I could have evidence for a court custody battle, but Chris and his "family" left before I could take any pictures.



I used one of the computers at the store to look at Chris's website. As usual, there was no mention of me. He went on about his girlfriend and "their" new baby. The only hint that he missed me at all was a page on which he'd typed out the lyrics to the song, "I Don't Have Anything," by Vast. I took that as a sign that perhaps one day he would contact me and I could see my daughter again.

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