It's just that simple. It reminds me so much of my own reaction to my father when I was growing up. My dad was a practicing alcoholic with rage-aholic tendancies. So, we, the sick, co-dependent family got really good at judging his moods. The look in his eyes, the set of his jaw... And, I saw my own child do the same thing with her dad a few minutes ago when he came to the door to pick her up. In fact, I did it too.

There must be trouble in paradise. He was an hour and a half late getting here, with no explanation, just an apology. He didn't come in. Didn't share whatever was happening in his life music-wise - nothing. Just a crazier than usual look in his eyes that we both reacted to. 'Cause when he asked what time to bring our daughter back - 5 or 6 p.m. - she jumped in with "5". And, he's so skinny now (been a practicing bulimic since adolescence, and only during our marriage did he gain enough weight to look like a human being) I swear, he's six feet tall, and if he even weighs 160 I'll eat my hat.

I don't know what I will do if she comes home in tears one more time. His company made him see a therapist in order to stay employed, and even with that, he's crazier than ever.

Yep. That was a brilliant move, me picking him to father my child. Simply brilliant. I must be so proud.

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