Confrontation

All you've ever done is try to control my life. I hate it. I hate you. Sometimes I think I'd like to smash you in the face. But you frighten me. You frighten me so much. I want to just walk out on a bridge at night and jump into the ocean. I dont care how cold it is. I cant stand it. Now the one thing that I like around here I care about is the dog and you want to get rid of it. Just because I dont completely abandon my social life and rush home here for one goddamn can of dogfood.

So I didn't get rid of the dog. I didnt get rid of the dog, that week, anyway. Instead I made some phone calls and then I took the dog for a walk to calm myself, my head was pounding and my guts were up in my chest. I made myself walk by the creek because I had the idea that it would be good for me, people had been walking beside creeks for thousand of years to calm down after they had shouting matches with their monstrous daughters, I was thinking that it was April, 1988 and my fiftieth birthday was coming soon I'd better get in shape or calm down before I had a goddamn heart attack. I thought these things as I saw my daughter's tear streaked face (what was that hideous stain on her face, some chemical from a magazine ad?). At least she hadn't drilled a bunch of holes in her nose.....

Yet.