"My life has ended! "
Honestly, why do my parents have to be so difficult? I loved how life was until the shouting started.
Mum said she was tired of Dad controlling her and she needed to be free, and Dad said he was tired of Mum being so contrary. I felt as if they were both tired of me.
Then the shouting stopped and the door slammed. I went down the cramped spiral stairs to see who had left, secretly hoping it was Dad. But, when I got to the bottom, I saw Dad smashing things and grumbling about stupid women.
