I pick up a glass and throw it across the room. It misses Life’s swollen head by inches and shatters with anger.
“This is not fair,” I scream at him.
“It’s not supposed to be,” he replies.
I fold in half and tremble with tears.
“I had a plan. I had a good life. I don’t deserve this,” I say through sobs.
“Yeah, well, plans change,” he says, not hiding his cockiness.
“Why? Why couldn’t you just let me be? Why couldn’t you just let me have what I wanted?”
“Because you don’t know what you want.”