Remember the night you came back to Illinois from Florida and your old high school buddy hung out with us that evening? We were watching TV; you and he were drinking quite a lot and talking about many things. At one point, you said something about your cell phone not working right. I asked to take a look and you handed it over. After going through and succeeding in finishing the task you wanted done on the phone, I told you it was all right now.
You decided to try it again and couldn't manage to "make the phone work". I tried to smooth it over and let it go by changing the subject, but you insisted on making a big deal about not being able to manage. You started cussing out cell phones and cell phone companies in general, not getting off your negative bent and your buddy just zoned out, looking only at the TV. I was tired of hearing your negative rant and got angry, then you started calling me names....the usual "cuss names" that you tend to use when you are angry with me (or any other woman). I finally left you two alone and went to the bedroom. Eventually you and your friend went downstairs to drink and talk some more. That was the night of the final straw for my kids. When I told E about the incident, he told me, "Mom, you HAVE to get out of there!"
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