Sour

I had my baby boy four months ago and now I’m back at work full time. My partner stays at home – does the cooking, takes care of the little man, shares in his adventures. I rely upon a phone call a day and status updates via text message. We rationalize it by saying that I have the greater earning potential, therefore I should work. I want to be able to give him the best in life, but it boils down to the simple fact that I am able to buy him new things but not witness him play with them. I feel like a failure as a mother. I feel like people are blaming my overwhelming determinism for my return to work. They don’t see that my heart aches to be at home rather than in my office, dressed in my sharp attire. I would kill to be at home in my pyjamas, as long as I was there with him. Instead, I bury my feelings and open yet another email...

Julia, Sydney, Accounts Receivable