(Don’t do anything stupid, mom.)
(Come back here with Ross, and I will consider not smashing it onto the ground.)
She hangs up on me.
"Ross, we need to go back to mom's now!"
"I don't understand why?"
"She has the violin my father made me. She will smash it if we don't meet with her." I say with tears rolling down my cheeks.
Without hesitation, we get into the car and go.
When we pulled up to the house, mom was on the front porch holding my violin. She has the craziest look in her eyes.
We get out of the car, and she raises the violin like she will smash it.
"Mom, don't do anything crazy."
"Why not? I am losing everything anyway."
"Look, I will pay you to put down the violin and sign the divorce papers."
I look at Ross, not believing what I am hearing.
"There is someone else
