He feels like her uncle, or a big brother to her. To her he feels like a friend, her best friend. It’s important to her because now there is no father. There was the divorce that at first was just the logical and right thing to do. But, perhaps for the same reasons that the marriage went south, the divorce too went south. The money and custody had been settled long ago by the judge. What nobody, the judge included, could stop was the continual and continually escalating verbal attacks of mutual character assassination.

“He did … she did … did you know that…”

Her mother is totally engaged in the battle; it’s exciting, thrust, counter-thrust, adrenaline rush, and she stands firmly and confidently on a mountain of righteous anger. Her mom has not felt so energized since, well – ever. Her identity has become warrior. Her friends give her good support, as they too enjoy the fight. Dexilant works pretty well for her acid reflux.

“How could he? What a beast …”

She talks to her friend, she says what’s on her mind and in her heart; “I love my dad and miss him.”

Afflicted by existence, each man endures like an animal the consequences which proceed from it. Thus, in a world where everything is detestable, hatred becomes huger than the world and, having transcended its object, cancels itself out.   E.M. Cioran

George's selection of 66 Phlogs is available in print from People's Press.

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