25. When she told our three-year-old daughter that she hated her.
“I always refused to raise my voice during arguments, which usually made her crazier and scream louder. After one such argument, during which our 3-year-old daughter was playing upstairs, she started coming down at the same time her mother was storming up the stairs like a child of comparable age. Our daughter was in the way and her mother got in her face and screamed ‘GOD, I FUCKING HATE YOU, MOVE!’
Of course, my daughter came to me, hurt. That was the moment I decided it was over.”
26. When she threw the Thanksgiving turkey in the trash can and walked out.
“We were already not speaking.
It was Thanksgiving. I knew she wasn’t going to bother, but I made a turkey and whatever goes with turkey for my then eight-year-old daughter.
I had the turkey out on the counter to rest after roasting.
My beloved bride walked in, calmly threw the turkey in the kitchen trash can, and walked out.
I had to take my kid to fucking golden corral for Thanksgiving.
That was it. I was done.”