I think my daughter is trying to kill me. It’s not a murderous rage or even a sly plot take my life, it’s a slow continuous break down of me, my person. It’s only fair that she’s trying to kill me as I tried to kill my mother when I was fifteen. She’s not killing me slowly with primatial sex and teen parties, like I did with Mary Ann. She’s killing me with forever rides to everywhere and being busier than I ever was. She participates in every activity known to her high school and has the audacity to never half-ass anything. She is always on the move and requires me to tag along, considering I am her ride I guess she needs me. I was not convinced she was trying to eliminate me until one day I asked her to give me a break. I asked for a day…