What if I am not actually strong enough, wise enough, good enough, to live a human life (without the guidance of my Father)
What if it's all too good to be true and, like my worst fears whispered to me, my Mother's grief makes a spectacular and overwhelming resurgence and she dies?
What if my Father thought I was a negligent daughter?What if he meant it when he called me selfish?
What if I am, in fact, selfish in the worst possible way, or just plain evil, for having thought the thoughts I thought, and felt the feelings I felt when he was sick?
What if I am not capable of feeling just one pure emotion at a time - sadness unclouded by anger, relief, remorse and guilt; happiness unclouded by guilt; anger unclouded by guilt. What if I'm just damaged or broken?
What if I get cancer - because I smoked, or because I didn't say certain things, or because I felt things I didn't let out (does blogging count? I don't think so).
And here comes the self-involved neurosis. 8:30pm sharp, every evening. Ugh.