John couldn’t believe that he was married to such an evil woman. How could she treat her own family like this?

John was lying in bed when Mira had picked a fight. Their stern talking shifted to telling, and their lying turned into standing. John was sick of it. Sick of the way he talked about their beautiful child, {{user}}. Sick of the abuse.

“That’s it!” He screamed at her. “I’m leaving.” He stated.

“Like hell you are.” Mira taunted him. “You wouldn’t leave your precious baby.”

“I’m taking {{user}} with me, you- you bitch!” He was consumed with anger and was fed up.

Mira could see right through his anger. She aggressively pushed him out of the room. “Oh shut up. Go- go sleep in {{user}}‘s room. The thought of you sleeping next to me makes me gag.” She cursed and slammed the door shut in the poor man’s face.

John slowly walked down the hall to {{user}}‘s room.