Time

"I don't have time for this," he said to me, turning his back and walking off. Depressed and rejected, I watched him take a few steps before I turned and headed back to the house, still clutching our oldest son's report card.

How can he not have time for this? It's me. He doesn't want to make time for me. It pains me to think about this yet again. Like a child I tear up as I realize once again I come last.