Have you ever felt like a stranger in your own home? Like everything you said, did, and thought, just didn’t quite fit with the program? Like you were in the way, underfoot, constantly? Your sense of humor too dark, your patience too thin, your voice too sharp, your nerves too frazzled?

As if you could slip walk out the door and nobody would even notice you were gone?

Yeah, me niether. The dog would surely notice if I left. I think.