Aaannnndddd

This evening in bed, he started to cry. "I was scared. Mommy was gone! And it was going to be a long time!"

And my heart peels outside of my body, and I start thinking ... I don't have to work, maybe I should just quit my job, the poor baby, he needs his mommy!

All my talk about how good this is for him sounds like hollow attempts to justify my continuing to work. 

And oh, the guilt. Honestly? It's overpowering. And the hardest part is knowing that I will never ever know if this is the right decision. Not until he's 50 and hasn't had to invest his hard earned money in too much therapy.