Deep Thoughts, by Jack Handy
Only mine are serious. Seems it’s all I can think about.
Do you even want to work on this anymore?
Who are you and what have you done with my husband?
Is it life, or me, or growing up, or that you’re not the center of attention constantly, that has made you so angry, bitter, and sad?
Will I have to fight tooth and nail for each moment with my son to be a positive one? Why can’t you be better than your father was—you hated him!
I don’t know you anymore. I don’t think I love you anymore. I wonder if I ever have. I need to find the courage to leave. Your laugh annoys me. Your stories aren’t funny. All you ever want to do is shoot, watch war movies, and talk about guns.
What happened to my life? All of a sudden my 20s and now some of my 30s have disappeared. I don’t know if I deserve to find love again. I don’t know that I can ever trust anyone else with my heart. I know I will have a really hard time ever trusting anyone else with our son. How could you think of him as a burden? How could you want to be with some bimbo that won’t care anything for him-because she’s focusing on you, as you require? How do you think it makes me feel to hear that all the work I’ve put into this child might be destroyed because you’d rather screw some floozy than make a good life with us? You say you won’t…you’ve said it all before.
If I leave you and you disappear physically or even emotionally…pill loses. But yet, there have been studies that even a bad father is better than no father. Will you stick around, for him? Will you protect him from all the people your life will be by your choice entangled with, people that I would never ever want to influence someone so perfect and impressionable?
