I don’t know what I had in mind so long ago.

But now we’re here and I’m angry about it.

All the therapy and self-help have not kept us from getting fat and resentful.

It has not stopped her from sounding like a nag with the kids and sleeping on the couch in anger.

It’s done very little to deter me from surliness when I’m stressed and writing things like this in the morning.

I’m disappointed in myself for even thinking these things.