silence. "Dad, that's enough

anipulative. Just like her mother. You never learned how to contr

taken decades of abuse aimed at himself, but the

wife," my father said, hi

talk about whoever I want in whatever way I w

s the corner of the table. He didn't hit me, but he shoved me hard. I stumbled backward, my heel catching on th

asp went throu

he rushed to my side, her fa

his own father, flipped a switch in him. The years of pent-up rage, of swallow

a bitch!"

he magnificent cake I had baked flying. It hit the wall with a wet splat, sliding down in

," my father said, his voice shaking with a fury

t his meek, long-suffering son had finally fought back. His f

ago," Tom shot back. "You're just a bit

help me up, was sobbing. "Dad,

"My heart... you're trying to give me a heart attack." I

me. Not after he had physically

f this is good enough! You all think you can buy my forgiveness with your cheap trinkets? You're all worthless! Th