Since mid-March, we've been in lockdown, which has basically meant that most shops, offices and pubs have been shut. It's been a difficult time, but you've not really noticed. You're back at nursery, Mummy is back at work, and I am back doing whatever it is I do. We'll call it 'existing' until a better definition surfaces.
I feel hollow, really. Frustrated by my own inadequacies as a father, the overwhelming sense that I'm useless and the notion, even harder to shift, that you don't need me, and I don't really provide anything useful to you. I never thought I'd feel this way when you were a rumour, but there you go. That's what I feel. I don't know where this has come from, but it's made life pretty difficult of late.
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