Talking Back to the Big Book

Shortly after my wife and I were divorced, she and her new boyfriend took my youngest daughter and her boyfriend on a "double-date" down to Opryland in Nashville, Tennessee. This really came down on me hard. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. In no time at all, this had built up into a major resentment requiring an appeasement of no less than my ex-wife's head on a platter.