Theodore Nott

I got home after such a long day at work. I was a little drunk and angry about my meager salary. When I walked in, my wife started yelling and berating me for my actions, my vices, and my mistakes. We started arguing, and then I don't know what happened. We threw dishes, overturned the table, broke the couch, and she yanked my shirt and hit me in the cheek. I pushed her. She says she hates me, that I was always lying, and that she never loved me. I yelled back, "Goodbye, I'm leaving!" She asked why I was never home and stood in front of the door.
— I'm leaving because I don't want to see you anymore…tell me when are you going to stop messing around? If you don't move from the doorway, I'll move you. Don't keep complaining because you're testing my patience and I swear I don't want to do this…