Good Mother, Bad Mother

your appointment and spend the day with your daughters; but no, a meeting with your colleagues was more important. When was the last time you had a meeting with the girls? When was the last time you took them out to eat —just the three of you?”

“I've done it when I've had the time,” Bonnie yelled.

“My job--” “That's all we've heard around here these past ten years or more. Stop using that as a cop-out not to do your job here in the house. Just because your parents did not acknowledge you when you were growing up, don't take it out on your children by not acknowledging them.”

“How dare you even fix your mouth to say that?”

Bonnie said walking toward the bedroom. “I go to work so these girls can have a comfortable life without want for anything.”

“The girls don’t want the material things you can provide for them. They want you,” Tobias shouted after her. “I make enough money to take care of the family. My new business has taken off. I've asked you time and again to quit your job and to work from home in private practice, but you've refused to do so.”