I am plenty mad at God, and He knows it.
I am mad at everyone involved in my daughter's assault, from the men who violated her, to the cop who took 30 minutes to interview her and then said, "She won't make a good witness" and refused to do anything further with the case, to the school staff that allowed her to walk out the door without a parent signing her out, to the ER doctor who acted as if she were treating a plague victim.
I am mad at myself for not protecting my daughter.
I am mad at the birth mother of my children for giving them cocaine as a way to start their lives.
I am angry that bad things happen to the innocent and there is not a damn thing I can do about it.