I remember once when my mom and dad were arguing. We were getting ready to eat breakfast. Mom was cooking scrambled eggs and my dad was sitting at the dining room table. I don't know what they were arguing about but my dad kept reading the paper and laughing. My mom got so pissed she said, "Think it's funny? Well is this funny?" and she threw the bowl of eggs at the kitchen door then stormed to her room. My dad just chuckled and said looks like it's cereal for breakfast.
My mom always yelled and threw tantrums while my dad tried to remain calm. I don't remember this but he used to have a motorcycle and when they fought he would take off with it. Sometimes my mom would follow in the car and he'd pull over. "Wheres the kids?" "Fuck the kids!" She would yell and dad would turn around and come home. Because of his love for his children he never got any peace.
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