I was doing fine. I thought I was getting better. Then you come in and ruin that again. You left and now you’re back. What am I supposed to feel in this moment? What am I supposed to say? Just one minute you’re here, now you’re gone and then you come back into my life. Why am I so angry? Why do I want to scream and yell at you? I hate it so much. This hatred is something I got from my father, and it disgusts me more than anything that this is what I got to inherit from him of all things.