"Who did you call? What did you do?!" Carl screams at me the first thing after storming inside the house.
Cathy is weeping upstairs in her room and I was sitting at the table waiting for Carl.
"You know what, I have had enough of you screaming and doing crazy s**t. This is worse than when we had Maya. I thought you'd be a bit more understanding... It's not just you. Everything is not only about you." I am very upset and then I go back upstairs and pack my bag. I need to leave. I need perspective and to f*****g be alone.
Carl follows me upstairs and looks horrified to See me throw my s**t inside a duffle bag.
"What? Where are you going?!"
"I don't know." I mutter but keep throwing my clothes inside.
"No! Don't go. I won't shout, okay? I won't do crazy things either, I swear." I look a
