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love, rosie 261after-school activities. That’s all the expensive stuff. I’m not a charity, just awoman on a small budget like millions of other people out there. When theRosie Dunne Hotel Chain buys over Hilton hotels, that’s when I can rip upthe budget.Strange things have happened in my daughter’s life but none of them asbizarre as her mother and father living in the same house. What may be adaily occurrence for some children is however something for children likeKatie to laugh hysterically at. Actually it’s not as if Brian and I dislike eachother, it’s just that we know absolutely nothing about each other. We aretwo complete strangers who got together once in our lives (and only for afew minutes, trust me) in a moment I can barely even remember, to make themost incredible thing ever. How could two fools like us create something asgreat as Katie? When Katie comes home from school and starts to go off onone of her stand-up comedy routines about her day I look at her, I look athim, and think how did him, mixed with me, make her. It’s scary.I try to spend as little time as possible here as I can. I stroll around upand down Henry Street for most of the day because Brian’s flat just doesn’tfeel like home. I feel like I shouldn’t be here. When I’m at the flat I stay in myroom for most of the time or lock myself into the storeroom and send e-mails all day. You would think that we would share some sort of bond orfriendship or have any kind of relationship. But we’re complete strangers.Katie thinks it’s hilarious. Every evening she calls us both to sit togetherat the dinner table to eat. She’s not playing matchmaker by any means, she’sjust trying to annoy her parents. I do still feel angry at him now but it’s adifferent kind of anger. Before I felt angry at him because he left me, I had todo everything. My social life was ruined, all my money was being spent, andI couldn’t get a job. But now when I look at him joking around with Katie Ijust think what a waste. That’s all he had to do while she was growing up—be there for her and she would have accepted him, as children do, no matterwhat he was like. I feel angry at him for not being there for her. I’ve finallylost that selfish part of me.Once again, I don’t quite know where I’m headed Steph. It seems thatevery few years I’m shoveling up the pieces of my life and starting fromscratch all over. No matter what I do or how hard I try I can’t seem to reach