Beer on Roof & Breakdown

I came home from hanging out with a few friends and Ben was sitting on the roof with a huge can of Budweisser. Just sitting there and waiting for me to come home. He couldn't go inside because Brenda was free. And he wasn't even mad. I don't understand how he couldn't be mad. He loves her, and I hate her. I mean, in a way I love her, but I hate what she stands for--abuse and neglect and torture. And I really hate that we are so committed to her. Nobody's making us do it, we could have her euthanised tomorrow and I don't think anybody in the world would think that was unreasonable. I think about it every day.