You know what? Despite all my father’s faults, I love him dearly. I felt so dirty about how I wrote about him today and I am sorry to you all for writing like that. I am just going to carry on with the current status quo and not change a thing. Dad is still going to balk some, but things will quiet down in a few weeks given time I hope. He still strongly believes I am going to have a mental “episode” and end up not able to work thus being dependent on him again for everything. He just worries about me in his own weird way. I love him and I am going to quit writing disparagingly about him. It might take quite a few more months for him to come to terms with much of my new found independence. For eight years, he pretty much ran my life for me. This has all got to be very scary for him as he feels so out of control and unable to lead me through what he believes is the best course for my life. He pretty much planned out my brother’s and sister’s lives for them as well. It is no coincidence that they both graduated from Tulane in biomedical engineering and both became doctors of oncology. Love you, dad, and I am sorry. I know this hurts, but I had to do it.