My Daughter Is 18

We helped our daughter celebrate her 18th Birthday today. She and I went for a pedicure before we met up with her Dad for lunch and shopping. The three of us enjoyed our time together. Our time is short these days, she is a married lady. Tonight, she had cake at her house with a couple friends, and her husband. I could not go. Last night her husband and I exchanged angry words concerning yet another display of his dishonesty and lack of moral character. My heart with the weight of a cannon ball is still lodged in my throat. My eyes see the rough road ahead for my child, his wife. My mind is on overload. I cannot rest. My prayers seem as if they hit the ceiling and bounce back. I despise being lied to and cannot control the rage that comes as a result. My whole weekend is a torment. I do not want to face Monday without rest.