by Ms Abigail
When I was young, probably around 10 or so, my dad left the laundry in the washer for too long and for my mom that was the last straw.
My mom started yelling and yelling. And yelling.
My dad was headed outside to take the rubbish to the trash place but she called him back into the house and yelled and yelled and yelled, using words that were incomprehensible to my 10-year-old brain.
Words that I had only ever heard being used by men before.
I was so terrified that I left the house and went down to the end of the lawn and sat, about 50 meters away from the house.
I was crying beyond any ability to be comforted.
Eventually, that evening my dad left the house.
He just took his small box, entered his car and drove away.
It’s been 8 years since then, and my dad is still yet to return.