I worry about my daughter, you know, because she spends all her evenings with me, listening to me go on and on about her father and everything, and she's always got the best advice for me, just like a little therapist really, but then I see her friends go by in their cars headed to the diner or whatever and she's just sitting there with me, and I know she doesn't have much of a social life here in town, not really, and it's all my fault and I just… I don't know what to do.