i thought therapy meant sitting on a couch being shown inkblots shaped suspiciously like blobs of ink and being told i was angry with my mother for her affairs ; angry with her for running off with her latest lover ; angry that she had gotten herself killed in a motorcycle accident ; angry that she had left me with my somewhat dimwittedalbeit well-meaningfather and my two siblings , both of whom were prone to criminal activity ; and angry at her for cooking veggie tacos on the tuesdays of my childhood instead of the hot dogs and potato chips i craved .