I regret that for nearly forty years I’ve been married to a child trapped in a grown man’s body. I’ve watched your self centered, self serving actions nearly destroy our family. Tonight as you spiraled out of control and threw a physical tantrum damaging many of our lovely things, something died inside me. They are just things after all, but some of them came from loved ones who have passed on and can’t be replaced. Why? You couldn’t successfully figure out something you were working on. It’s late and you’re over tired and you wouldn’t put it aside until you’re rested. You had to scream and throw things. I couldn’t even say anything to stop you, I’ve learned my lesson regarding your tantrums to my sorrow. I can only wait for the day you’ll have the inevitable stroke or heart attack.