It bubbles up until it's nearly overflowing.
Your wedding is a cheap, plastic affair. The bets are already in; 10 to 1 for longer than two years.
Your child is an obnoxious, screaming little animal. You're biologically programmed to believe he's cute; otherwise you would see him for the shriveled, wailing baboon that he is.
Your house is falling apart at the seams. You lack the resources -- monetary or otherwise -- to properly maintain your own life. It will fall down around your ears.
Your life is superimposed on a Hallmark card, and it doesn't fit.
