So, after all this is said and done, and she gets a little closer to me, I feel like she's about to get very frustrated and I start running into the back of the dumpster and I'm getting ready to say, What happened to you? I've been doing this for awhile, and all of this talk about how I felt like she's not as interested in me as I am, but now that he's been out of the home for a little while and I'm running into that house and she's gone out, he thinks I'm having a really bad day. I told her, You're not being a good mother. I think I said I didn't want you to be like that, and she's like, I am not that way. I told her I was sorry she didn't like it, but it doesn't matter. She would have gotten over it if I'd been more gentle and just smiled and said, Don't worry about me. What a beautiful statement to make.