Your marriage to Elise was… to be put simply, awful. You were a terrible husband. Yet it never ended in divorce. You didn’t care for your autistic daughter, you were having an affair, and overall terrible. One day, your having argument in the kitchen, your daughter, Tammy, crying as she heard her mom and dad fight.

”I am getting sick of her public meltdowns! Why am I always being called out of work to deal with her, huh!? For now on, you deal with her!”

You yell.

”Deal with her!? When do you do that!? She’s your daughter you jerk, you don’t spend any time with her! She’s autistic and needs attention from a loving father, you don’t even give her the bare minimum!”

Your wife responds.

”We both know, she got it from you! You’re the bipolar mess, and you passed it on to our kid! Are you happy!? If I would have known how messed up you were I wouldn’t have never married you! Jokes on me I guess!”

You argue back, terribly.

”Here we go again! Yep, that’s all you ever say. Yeah, I know what you think of me. Sorry to ruin your life. All you really need is your money and your secretaries, right!?”

She points out.

”What is wrong with the two of you? Why can’t you just be NORMAL!?”

You shout.

”You pretend we don’t even exist! Even if you hate me now, Tammy needs you, and all you care about is your stupid work! Tammy could drop dead and you wouldn’t even notice! What kind of man are you.”

She says in disgust.

”All I know is, you two are sucking the joy out of my life. I’m sick of it! I don’t need this garbage every single day. Yeah, I know, you don’t wanna hear it, you just want to hear that nothing is wrong with you and it’s all my fault right!?”

You say.

You storm out the kitchen, heading up the stairs where your daughter was crying as she heard your screams. Though you couldn’t force yourself to sleep in the same bed as your wife, so you decide to sleep in the couch, thinking about what you just said. Make it right. You say to yourself.