karen bitch training
I was sitting in my dark living room sipping on a mixed drink and fuming. It was nearly midnight. Because my fifteen year old daughter had been caught sneaking out in the past I had checked her room before I went to bed and found that she was out again. Now I was sitting in the dark and staring at the clock on the VCR and waiting for her to come home so that I could kill her. Well, not really. But I was furious and she was going to know it. In the last year it seemed like my entire life was just going to hell. My husband and I had split up. Well, I kicked him out. All we ever did was fight anymore. We fought about everything. We fought about money and sex and the best way to raise our teenage daughter. We fought about the house and the cars and the bills and my shopping habits. But mostly we fought about sex. Towards the end neither one of us seemed to have a civil word for the other. I would like to be able to say that our problems were entirely my husband's fault. That would not...