I'm at my cousin's wedding right now, hiding in the bathroom, trying not to make eye contact with my grandma... she keeps looking at me like I’m... well, like I'm wasting my life. It’s hard, you know? Being a mom is amazing, it really is, but sometimes I just want to be *me* again. We do this thing where we pretend being a parent is the ONLY thing that matters, but what if you want other things too? What if you feel like you’re just… disappearing? And then you feel guilty for even thinking it.