PETER GUEST
I keep going over the conversation in my head again and again, and every time I see Joe’s face it hurts me more. I’ve come close to screwing things up before but I know I’ve really done it this time. I’ve made a huge mistake.
What happened at home this morning had been brewing for weeks, but I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about it. Sometimes I feel like I’m trapped and I don’t have any control. I’m trying to do my best for everyone but no one can see it, and at the same time everyone blames me whenever anything goes wrong. I’m starting to think that whichever way I turn and whatever I do I’ll end up pissing someone off. It’s always me that pays the price.
I can’t stop looking at the clock. It’s almost eight. Jenny will have Joe ready for school now. He kept telling me
