That infuriated her.
“Neither of them can support my lifestyle the way you do,” she screamed angrily.
And there it was.
“Then you should have thought long and hard about that before turning my home into your personal cruel kingdom,” I snapped back.
I placed her luggage outside.
Then, while she watched, I changed the digital code on our front door.
The lock beeped.
Her face fell.
“Are you really going to shut the door forever on your own flesh and blood?” she asked in disbelief.
“I am closing it permanently on the abuser who terrorized my wife and child,” I said firmly before closing the door.
Carmen left the building screaming insults.
Within two hours, my phone started exploding with calls and messages from relatives.
My older brother, Justin, called from Ohio.
“Have you completely lost your mind because Mom just called saying you chased her out into the street like a stray dog?” Justin yelled through the receiver.
