OEDIPUS RISING

Every night while I try to hold back the tears, my wife walks off into my sons bedroom. All I see, before the door slams, is my sons laughing at me. The rest of the night I can hear them moaning, pounding, and laughing. What’s the point of living? I was a pussy to guys like my sons when I was their age, and I’m a pussy now. All I can do is sit here and cry.