One look at Margaret told me she should always be with me, and that settled down a lot of my mental health problems tremendously I gotta say.
Until I got stuck at the role of dude living with mom...I yearned for true parental authority but was afraid to claim it . I didn't want to startle the kids...I love them all but they are VERY fragile it seems to my 48 yr old innocent mind.
So I showed weakness by having a startling breakdown that lasted a week and involved trips to a mental hospital vacation spot known as Dublin Springs . The Willows section, between the Maples (the truly psychotic) and the Meadows (the drunks and druggies).
Willows , it was explained to me one shoeless day (no strings allowed), was for your run of the mill mood disorders. There were maybe 2 or 3 seriously wounded souls, but we mothered them back to health.
Mental hospitals truly can be a place of immense spiritual and mental emotional healing. Plus it is a profitable business. We were even allowed to smoke.
I came back to the kids, who now saw I was human all too human. It invested me with enormous power: they now had faith I spoke from great suffering, and they themselves knew that language only too well already...
I came back to Margaret, whom I now saw in a new light due to her dear devotion to my health and happiness during my mental crisis...she is now the sun at the center of my universe, I am her moon, we rule the earth again. Or finally.