If You Need Me, I'll Be Over Here, Picking Up the Pieces of My Broken Heart

It was the usual bedtime scene: Jeff had finished reading Sean and Allie their bedtime stories, and I kissed Sean goodnight before putting Allie to bed. And as usual, I said, "Good night, Sean. I love you."

Usually Sean responds in kind: "I love you too, Mommy."

Tonight the script changed.

"I don't love you, Mommy," he said. And not once but twice, in case I had missed it the first time.

I know it doesn't mean anything, but my ego is still smarting from the blow. And with my numbers in the polls this low, I think I need a better press agent.