"This house is mine. Remove all the furniture. I find anything others have touched filthy."
As I locked the front door, I gazed at this new home that once held my imagined future, my thoughts in turmoil.
Perhaps so-called love and marriage were sometimes just a pile of petty troubles.
I deleted every trace of Jason's contacts, leaving only my father to deal with him.
On my way out, I found Tracy slumped in the stairwell corner, looking utterly dejected.
When she saw us, her face darkened with resentment. "Mr. Jones, I know I've done good work for your family. Why treat my daughter and me this way? I quit!"
My father started to speak, but I stepped between them.
"Tracy, we've treated you fairly. Why aren't you questioning why your daughter chose to be a b***h, instead of blaming the
