THE JACK DAWSON DIARIES
Prologue
November 25, 2003
"That’s it."
"What?" her drunken
husband slurred.
"I can’t stand it anymore.
My life is ruined...and you are the worst person I have ever met!" she
shouted.
"What’ve I done?" he
hiccupped.
"Oh, nothing, of
course--apart from causing our family to go into debt, losing your job, and
gambling our money, nothing. Oh, yes, and being a drunken idiot," she said
sarcastically.
"Keep your hair on,
Lisa." He laughed.
"No! I damned well won’t!
You just sit there and expect everything to be done for you! So, I’m through
with you, George Dawson!" she screamed.
"Okay," he said.
Her blue eyes were raging.
"So, I’m leaving," she said calmly.
That shocked him. "You can’t
leave...who’ll look after the kids?" he muttered.
She sniggered. "Not my
problem. Social services will probably take them, and you will be in trouble.
You can see how I cope for once." She turned, twisted the doorknob, and
walked out.
"Lisa...wait..." he
whispered. "Fuck you!" he shouted, giving her the finger.
He was angry. What should he do?
Go to sleep...yes, and everything would be okay in the morning...this was all a
very bad dream.