“He did not linger long enough for me to squash him
completely into myself….”
The above is not, unfortunately, a sentence from a soft core porn novel. It is an
excerpt from a New York Times essay in which a mother describes her obsessive,
jealous, and blind love for her nine-year-old son. Thanks to Jezebel for
directing me to this gem of a Modern Love piece.
The only thing creepier than the essay’s title—“The Tiny
Hand that Robs the Cradle”—is the fact that this tiny hand belongs to a third
grader who has a crush on the author’s son. Somebody call a family therapist,
stat.
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