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My
rage
at
this
statement
consumes
me
like
fire
.
Control
issues
?
ME
?
I
actually
consider
slapping
Richard
for
this
insult
.
And
then
,
from
right
down
inside
the
intensity
of
my
offended
outrage
comes
the
truth
.
The
immediate
,
obvious
,
laughable
truth
.
He
’
s
totally
right
.
The
fire
passes
out
of
me
,
fast
as
it
came
.
"
You
’
re
totally
right
,
"
I
say
.
"
I
know
I
’
m
right
,
baby
.
Listen
,
you
’
re
a
powerful
woman
and
you
’
re
used
to
getting
what
you
want
out
of
life
,
and
you
didn
’
t
get
what
you
wanted
in
your
last
few
relationships
and
it
’
s
got
you
all
jammed
up
.
Your
husband
didn
’
t
behave
the
way
you
wanted
him
to
and
David
didn
’
t
either
.
Life
didn
’
t
go
your
way
for
once
.
And
nothing
pisses
off
a
control
freak
more
than
life
not
goin
’
her
way
.
"
"
Don
’
t
call
me
a
control
freak
,
please
.
"
"
You
have
got
control
issues
,
Groceries
.
Come
on
.
Nobody
ever
told
you
this
before
?
"
(
Well
…
yeah
.
But
the
thing
about
divorcing
someone
is
that
you
kind
of
stop
listening
to
all
the
mean
stuff
they
say
about
you
after
a
while
.
)
So
I
buck
up
and
admit
it
.
"
OK
,
I
think
you
’
re
probably
right
.
Maybe
I
do
have
a
problem
with
control
It
’
s
just
weird
that
you
noticed
.
Because
I
don
’
t
think
it
’
s
that
obvious
on
the
surface
.
I
mean
-
I
bet
most
people
can
’
t
see
my
control
issues
when
they
first
look
at
me
.
"
