You might have a happier life if you quit worrying about your daughter's boy friend or the neighbor kids beating you up.
Better keep that firearm handy though, just in case.
I've never liked worrying. That is ONE reason I own firearms.
My take on this story is that the entire household was (probably) pretty dammed dysfunctional and that makes another decrease in sources of worry for me. My daughter seems to have her head screwed on pretty straight at this point, which is remarkable taking into account her parents. ;-)