“What did you do?!” He’s mother yelled at him. He reached for his car keys and was about to walk out of his room when she stood in front of him with her right hand stretched out, her palm open, “drop those keys in my hand and sit your a*s back on the bed while I speak to you.”
“Ma, I don’t have the time for this s**t. She blocked me, what do you want me to do about it?”
“Is that how you speak about the woman you have dated for a year?! You’re the one in the wrong here,”
“What did I do wrong? I didn’t lay my hands on her!”
“You think you hurt a woman only when you lay your hands on her?! How poorly did we raise you?!”
“Ask the man that you married.”
“He is still your father and he deserves the respect. It is all in the past and has not repeated itself. You have not let it go, you’ve
