The author, a husband and father of a young family, was messed up. Like many men, he was unable to talk to anyone about what was wrong-partly because he felt it would make him look weak and partly because he didn't really know why nothing was right in his life. Anger became his fuel, controlling his life. Conflict was his daily routine. He suffered many sleepless nights, plagued by fear, worry, and buried emotional wounds. Haunted by his fathe...
