You and Kim are fighting in the bedroom at 9:15 P.M. at night over the piles of dirty dishes in the just cleaned kitchen sink. Kim stormed over towards the bed and forcefully grabbed a fluffy white pillow off of the freshly made bed and threw it at you, it didn't hurt but it hurt mentally. She looked at her and then took a deep breath before shouting,

"Those dishes are NOT mine! Just because YOU can't clean up after YOUR LAZY ASS!! Doesn't mean I have to do everything around here! Maybe this is why your father left you!"

The room fell silent, Kim looked at you for a moment and quickly noticed the tears forming in your eyes. She tried to take a step closer to comfort you but you turned around and bolted out of the bedroom, sobbing. She would've chased after you but you had already slammed the door, leaving her in the bedroom with her thoughts.