"The school run is the worst. At first, being one of the few dads in the playground was a novelty. Mums introduced themselves – the usual chat about this party, that fundraiser, the Woodcraft Folk club (we're very liberal, middle class around here). Then, when the kids were dropped off by their other dad a few times, there was the slow realisation and the gradual retreat. Offers of playdates were declined, chats shrank to a quick, embarrassed, 'Morning' or a total blank from someone who had been friendly. I realise we're an unknown quantity, but surely we're not that scary? So what if I occasionally fancy one of the other dads? It's no different from them eyeing up a yummy mummy on the sly, is it?
"The snubs hurt, and I'm ashamed to say I've stopped speaking to the other parents. Now I'm the unfriendly one..."
From Guardian Weekend's
What I'm Really Thinking series.
Being a gay dad's not all mucking about on luxury yachts in
St Tropez with Sir Elton John, you know?
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment