‘What’s next for this little lady?’ Jane lifted her glass of beer. ‘I’m fine.’ Jane said. It could be that someone had parked in his parkingspot, or that the dishes hadn’t been done, or it could be the other way round, that he got angry because she had done the dishes and he now couldn’t find his favorite mug, that was just in cupboard where it was supposed to go. It could be that someone had parked in his parkingspot, or that the dishes hadn’t been done, or it could be the other way round, that he got angry because she had done the dishes and he now couldn’t find his favorite mug, that was just in cupboard where it was supposed to go. Is it dangerous? ‘I’m Angel by the way, well my parents actually called me Angela, but I like Angel better, don’t you?’ ‘Sure.’ Jane said. Her husband, now ex-husband had become increasingly manipulative, his emotion regulation skills seemed to be degenerating and every time he was angry or sad he blamed it on her, as if it was her job to shield him from emotions.
